Release my soul,
While murder most foul;
My blood has spilled
on the wall, dark and dull:
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves”
My death is nothing but
But the motif of i am beloved.
Release my mind
and keep me blind,
Leave me alone in the paradise
dark and dull.
Written on 13 January 2015
on linkedin group “Poetry and Literature”: A Poetry game
when love is true it waits,
when love is fake it waits,
when love is going on it waits,
when love is over he waits.
love spends its whole life waiting for the lover to love back
but when the lover has come there is no way to track.
love loves to love love,
love needs love to love,
love cannot help with love,
love loves what love loves.
Written on 5 September 2014.
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blue sky,
braking cars,
still air,
cool water,
hot summer;
welcome autumn,
silent office,
all but one
is drown in the work.
Written on 26 August 2014.
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