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Saint Rose

A year ago

I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE FOR YOU

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Verse Of A Self observer, [4/14/2020 10:01 PM]

Day After War

Ali-Seyyid


Tears not any more in their eyes,

Blood stains wilted in their white skin that made red and rose focuses.

Cotton messy dresses covered with blood and mud.

Shift one spot to another,

Birds that caught in an enclosure that encompassed by dark smell.

New evenings, New wake ups.

No food, water from pipes, less.

Recently had no food, today all things considered.

What's more, no expectation for later.

Conveying a child without pregnancy.

Conveying a container of water.

Nothing else to convey.

Unfortunate brain in search a spot to remain.

Ideally see as one or not.

Recently these children have guardians,

Today they've been broken by bombs.

They thank to those colonialist for make their life so delicate.

New child vales on the highest point of vales,

Not new child vales but rather the confirmation of certain lives lost dreams.

Prickly plants in the desert, as they made cover.

Downpour made sloppy water around,

Air made the canvas dance, however they stay there.

Cold make them upset yet a consuming fire inside,

Kids tracked down food from the fly yet they detonate.


Verse Of A Self observer, [4/20/2020 8:03 PM]

Habibthi (Dearest)

Ali-Seyyid


O you my a different universe of embellish,

Where the daffodils of affection conceived.

Where my thistles demise,

Where my spirit uninhibitedly breath.

I call you as my Mahar,

The significance degrees my Zahar.

My Affection Madonna,

I'm an Adonis,

Of Affection And Harmony.

You a bloom of honey and I a Mass Of Honey bees.

My friendship,

You an icon of Adoration's House,

I came for Harmony and Beginning;

Of the Affection's absolute first consideration.


Verse Of A Thoughtful person, [4/20/2020 8:03 PM]

THE Neglected LOVE

Ali-Seyyid


O you who I intended to be close,

O you who I forgot the most.

O you who I love,

Love is your creation,

My spirit doth love.

My body wandered from the whisperings of my spirit.

Furthermore, looking for non existing manufactured love.

My spirit doth love.

I off track from my spirit's pledge.


Wondrous things,

Systems, Skies, Seas, Vales, Trees, Breeze, Birds, Honey bees, etc,

Discharge their every breath,

with the recognition of thy.

Help from the universe of wondrous,

Each lives left their spirit by thy request.


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