The world’s a puzzle of inconvenience The members who inhabit it are worse than fallen angels Ghoulishness, fears, abhorrence are their manifest examples And for them there’s palpably nothing like repentance Rare, are the souls who proliferate forbearance As malicious hearts, too, get emotional Their vexed souls, plain and fluid, stop being functional, When they learn the sympathetic origins of their existence. ~ The threads of destiny and mystery Are enough for a host of enemies Who conceal withing the devil’s tapestry Knowing the logic of their futile vanities. The conclusion of this puzzle is an evident victory: Over their spells, anger and maladies.
Hoisting the bisexuality on a figurine, I crawl back to anxiety. The primitive instinct was taking over the stitches on a snake. What do you want from a moon for the drooling mouth of a seashell? Braiding the breasts against
The need of the hour is peace As the consequences of war are not like breeze Countries are grouping, so are the citizens Unity is strengthening, but, against other unions Deployment takes place to deplore another state The death of
At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember