The War of Roses

Tireless is the strikes of my loyal white horse Lightening speed, intense gaze She’s set up for the war of roses . Ask me the goodness of the existence of this black rose Indeed, as you assume now No virtue improves her No lesson teaches her No religion refines her . Save the delicate exploitation…

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Who Writes The Poem

Who would write the poem? I urged earnestly . Heart can’t write Weak patient She can’t even hold the pen . Thoughts can’t write Suspicious fellow She can’t even prove her sanity . Mind can’t write Conscious shamer She better deny . Memories can’t write Fragile child She better hide . At last Blood answers…

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The Blue Jay

All the towers of irony are crumbling All the palaces of mirage are sinking Gone are the days of rainbows Gone are the days of swinging from stars She is tried of being told how lucky she was Lucky you, my daring blue jay . And there is a light, from the higher window Shinning…

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