Verse Of A Contemplative person, [11/12/2019 5:57 PM]
The Killer
Seyyid-Ali
He put on his make-up and set on his central goal,
In any case, nobody at any point cherishes his activity.
He shows up with a point and he always remember his speed,
Nobody at any point cherishes his monstrous face.
To the head, to the lord, to the value and to the feeble,
To poor people and who has been harming;
He should call everybody through his conjuring.
He is the last men,ones at any point seen;
Also, he is the killer of each and every living thing.
He doesn't had any sword,
He execute the bill of Master.
Some of the time he very much like a trigger; with a cop,
A few men met him like a knife of hack.
In some cases he doesn't take up somebody in the day break,
Also, he partakes in the agony of his kindred down.
None of your abundance would assist you with getting away from his snare,
Has anybody gotten away from his snare, Ramses ought to!
So he doesn't acknowledge none of your value,
Since he is a carrier of sooth.
He doesn't change your season of dead,
Know about his enormous bond with his God.
He is the most unsympathetic men God have made.
Furthermore, he is the brutal one,he decides to take lives.
All living things will be execute by him,
Furthermore, he will be execute by the killer, God.
Verse Of A Contemplative person, [11/14/2019 4:38 AM]
Verse Of A Contemplative person, [11/15/2019 6:09 AM]
The Bundle Of Affection
Seyyid-Ali
My cherished, you know the enchantment of rise to my brain through my eyes with your spirit.
I wish the day we could alone,
Where the tulips blooms.
Where the birds sing children's songs,
Where the honey bees mumble and roll.
Where the butterflies sucks and the musks husks.
Where the stars dance and the moon drives the way.
Where the dim night flourish with the drain of glow of fireflies.
My darling, we could walk and talk;
Through the nightfall's light.
I awaken when the songbird chatter,
Where the roads of São Paulo decorated with the yellow radiance.
At the point when the moon and the stars wish;
Bom Dia!
I let you rest my sweetheart,
Large number of sweet wishes for you my cherished.
Jasmines and roses were bloomed to wish you a,Boa Noite!
I want to meet you, dream!
Verse Of A Thoughtful person, [11/17/2019 6:09 AM]
The Obscured Days
Seyyid-Ali
I was in the obscured days,
There is no affection and harmony.
For they disdain each other, for in numerous ways.
Cut and fire with slanted weapon, in piece.
As far as they might be concerned, they lose their humankind,
Shoted down, covered with without remorse,
However, no sympathy long for his sibling's dead.
Incomparable request just matters, exist no tranquility.
They have their eyes blind.
For they the sympathy far.
The mind of them prepared; to find,
The forlorn ensemble of war.
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