A year ago
When Upon, pastels fulfilled me,
Recollections are past the TWELVE waxes that make MOWGLI and TARZAN so lovely,
Moral stories made me roused.
Love and friendship just I tasted.
And afterward the pastels and pencils disappeared,
Materials and exhibitions blind from my presentation.
Dreams and kid's shows supplanted that spot.
Lucy's Narnia that I cherished, wish Aslan to be adjacent to.
I wished Tom could get Jerry one day.
Furthermore, that snow earth broke up in the following summer,
Fictions occur,
Holmes and Watson begins research my mind,
Inquisitive I, sitting tight for Fridays, for the week by week to KNOW the mysterious behind the six Napoleon's head.
What's more, that pack of few days of Fridays has disappeared.
Begun watching film and crime locations on T.V.
Furthermore, begins watching bareness alone.
Ladies unusual body made me so warm.
O it's passed, the days and evenings.
Broad communications assume control over Print Media.
Violations and debasements are normal these days,
Inbreeding is liberal nowadays.
Confidence is old today,
Man are rebel step by step,
Can't help thinking about the thing he is doing by the term,
Man kicking the bucket without reasons,
The infamous crooks of a state where on the situation with President and State leaders.
Qualification is the Quantity of individuals they slaughtered,
Measures is the best one who are scholarly to spread hatred towards others.
Closeness has no spot,
A dead society we have,
Love riots in light of Rank or CLASS, or Dark or WHITE,
Something disgrace, Man are more regrettable animals ever in the universe,
Shoted individually, disgrace.
Verse Of A Self observer, [3/6/2020 7:04 AM]
KISSES
Seyyid-Ali
O the breeze is wonderful,
Kiss your hair and neckbands delicately.
O the tree's delicacy ,
to shape a virus breeze to embrace your tune.
O that ocean drinks,
also, hits the dance floor with those waves.
O that waves are cheerful,
Each time it passed on a SUCK to your anklets icily.
When the secret of your heart opens?
Privileged insights are there for you furtively.
Where do I saw as the key?
to enter the entryways of your heart inside me.
What's more, the warm kisses,
tired to longly stay in my LIPS,
Hums to leave, and says it's uncomfortable,
Insatiable to crush those red cherries
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