Yet, dolour affirmed the fib,
Perfidiously died in a lap of autumn.
Help, help!
I am alive, seems like already forgotten.

Astrophil urged Stella,
Dirge of angst in a slur,
Wait , wait!
He hung fire for the love of her.

I try, i cry, yes i unfold, i die,
Let the darth befall,
Espy the pang,
Discern the Thanatos’s call.

As immortal as a song of Nightingale,
Every forest hast an anecdote,
Troth of murk,
In every word i wrote.


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  1. Sometimes someone comes your way who makes you realize the astounding capacity of words to express a soul. It is then when overwhelm seizes your spirit and you dance on top of the dots and accents to a phonetic orchestra.
    Your work calls for a book of poetry.
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