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  1. Omar013

    Pulses -one dance-

    Pulses -one dance- then the stars Can be counted. And space measured could be, all life's petals named will be And my scent in your soul Treasured to be. This is the moon and this is me. The world let be forgotten and me Wrap in your wings. This is our dream and this is the sphere. The hope -under the river buried- Too soon to unhand. You will come walking on the stars, In a dance we shall meet. a movie, but characters. And the whole world seemed Unreal. -Yes my dear! This is me-
  2. Omar013

    Incurably unkown

    Should I live?......Should I die? And The sun upon my head let dream Of meeting the moon. Perfect, ecstasy so slow,volatilizing To the azure carpet. Disappearing from the old snow, And the river beyond me let flow, And the gray wooden village sink, The broken damsel let weep Upon her white- washed Swain. Blue to green, A wish ,a dream A nightmare. A heart-wrenching calamity. -all so odorless- -all too clear- that all is the same. Ascending" something" After hundreds of years, Defined cannot be. At last incurably unkown.
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