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Saint Rose

A year ago

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A year ago




Presently my days and evenings are you,

My hours and moment subtleties are you,

My name and habits are you,

My realities and misrepresentations are you,

My distresses and my morrows are you.


I tried to accompany you,

In some cases I really want to get out,

Also, to be with another person,

In any case, the people who I love generally take me to you,

What's more, I understand you are my home,

Any place I go, I returned to you,


My affection, I'm here, influence on my bed,

Where no other person adjacent to, Come, come;

Suppose the tales of being enamored,

Suppose the tales of the individuals who gifted me you,

Come to me, I will sob,

We should sob!


Verse Of A Contemplative person, [1/16/2020 1:12 AM]

We are astronouts of brain

arriving on every others' moon

just to find the excellence

behind those particular pits.


We are astronouts of soul

coming to every others' star

to uncover the ideal blemish

lying from those sparkle.


In the wake of achieving in the new aspect

Your eyes are locked on mine

So I can see huge system

rather than just understudies.


What's more, when you grin at me

each ounce of my breath

floats like 12 PM smoke

that won't evaporate.


— Ain Atila


Verse Of A Self observer, [1/18/2020 5:57 AM]

Un Momento

Seyyid-Ali


The surpassed shudder,

The warm of the weakened state,

A development of few enjoyment,

Torment stows away, pushes away, and each pressure blur briefly.


Each fulfillment stand on,

from the start as far as possible,

A couple of moments of the sweet dew,

Taken the entire feelings with a smack.


The excellence we'd an eye,

The mash's aroma, relaxed slide,

Where the joy and strain accumulate,

Furthermore, the space we'd contacted wet with warm and cold,

A second that welcomes a magnificent rest.Each fulfillment stand on,

from the start as far as possible,

A couple of moments of the sweet dew,

Taken the entire feelings with a smack.


The excellence we'd an eye,

The mash's aroma, relaxed slide,

Where the joy and strain accumulate,

Furthermore, the space we'd contacted wet with warm and cold,

A second that welcomes a magnificent rest.

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