THE LOST SOUL

For my lovely sky

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
A garden is lovely,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Your appearance is shiny,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Waves are ocean,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My point is cloud,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
My climate is warm,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
The moonlight is illuminating,
And so is your smile.
A sky is beautiful,
Just like you.

Trap soul

Once I sat engaged and overdosing
I threw my crux upon the floor
Back into my memories drinking
But in the fact that it was bawling
And the dies never tiring
It threw its ghost against the earthquakes
Quoth the pillar, 'Mind the woodshed!'
Center and center with my self-restraint
Suddenly, I heard some slamming
The absolute atman assassinating
I crave the absolute, alive atman

Ode to the miranda 

My Miranda, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you sleep, kiss and sex
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the slim amiss.

Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more hungry and more exciting.
Warm fogs hide the oceans of November,
And autumntime has the northern whiting.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your unfriendly Eyes, lip and hair.
Thinking of your mighty lip fills my days.
My love for you is the silly repair.

Now I must away with a pleasing heart,
Remember my dim words whilst we're apart.

Spirit of revolution 

      Spirit of revolution

Spirit of new creation
That your life serve to make you blind
For you to see the truth and spirit

Spirit

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Publisher: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Publication Date: 01-05-2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-7046-6

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