Verse Of A Self observer, [9/13/2021 8:13 AM]
Meanderers of my heart needs to wander on your domains,
Do your heart's branches had sufficient space for my ravens?
- Ali Seyyid
Verse Of A Thoughtful person, [9/14/2021 7:30 AM]
Covert Holy messenger
Like a stream of new virus streaming water,
She conveys anew striking shining words.
To calm herself as she probably is aware that is where her solace lies,
In singing and tuning in and composing sonnets,
Inside which lies inner harmony and peacefulness of soul.
She finds that she could strangely carry on with 1,000 lives existing in one time region.
Her eyelashes,
Like strings of a guitar,
Furthermore, a musical tune delivered when she squints.
Furthermore, as the star that she is,
She sings and adjusts in an imperceptibly sparkle,
Yet, self without a doubt that her music brings her happiness,
What's more, alleviates her distress.
Her grin,
A twine of opportunity and gloom.
Possibly appears to be legit when you think profound about it.
However that grin is the most stretched out, most out of control thing you'll find in a binge when you superficially look through her face.
Her teeth,
As generous as they might at any point be,
Are an ideal portrayal of the maker's mastery.
Her pride,
On which she slides and coasts,
So tide and time can't gnaw off her grin.
Her bliss,
Regardless of whether transitory is protected by the most grounded of holy messengers,
Which unexpectedly and delightfully are clones of herself.
Also, her rack loaded up with endlessly heaps of nonexistent books,
Wrote by her and her alone,
However, the ink is excessively disheartening for her imperfect eyes to see and peruse voluntarily.
She wishes and supplicates that one day,
She'll have a grip of herself,
What's more, have the option to really grin,
What's more, have the option to chuckle with every one of her teeth out.
To see 1,000 cosmic systems of stars even behind the obscurity of her eyelids,
Furthermore, have the option to see love and light in each scar.
She wishes that sometime in the future,
She could peruse every one of the books in her rack,
What's more, retell her accounts with trying certainty,
What's more, being a secret heavenly messenger.
by Mary Edet
Verse Of A Thoughtful person, [9/14/2021 10:30 AM]
Lights of her heart sparkles all the while,
for herself and me.
- Ali Seyyid
Verse Of A Loner, [9/16/2021 7:30 AM]
I liked to hush up,
to focus on your accounts
spoken in my isolation.
- Ali Seyyid
Verse Of A Loner, [9/17/2021 7:30 AM]
Peacefulness of my heart tore separated,
consider a cuckoo looking through it's home!
- Ali Seyyid
Verse Of A Loner, [9/18/2021 7:30 AM]
Conveyors of your heart,
broadened the mounted force of my eyes.
Towards the landmark of yours,
where a settlement comprised of gems,
to not participate in battle with those metal eyes.
- Ali Seyyid
Verse Of A Self observer, [9/19/2021 9:00 AM]
My metal heart liquefied by her petal rose,
Her maternal eyes bring forth new baby contemplations.
- Ali Seyyid
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