Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye
Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks
Countenance cover’s it or lay stil
Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti
Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,

The famous cheats will had once em
The prostitutes will freely sleep
acknowledge poetry.
The power of poetry is an unoffici
It can be used by a sweet talker,

I am done losing my sense to tired
Bidding my streak with holliness,
Conversing to the dawn in nakednes
Muting my ever so gracious talent
In every nightfall,

Goodbye You!
Goodbye to the willow-land and the
Where all the tears, emotions, bre
And deep fears are all shared.
Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la

There are two art of wisdom; we ea
One seem like a sting of success,
Is filled with the sponge, soap an
Wisdom by losing is a cup crafted
To drink, shower and weep in it; i

I have read them enough to fill me
With tenderness; to sigh a relief
On my soul with heavenly mind,
Because now i could sight them far
As they would lease pleasure to me

Rapidly does the spirit roam.
Invisible to human
And visible to the special ones,
Sometimes you could sense
Or feel the stroke when walking

I was born anew and i was born now
strongly at me with my tiny hands
ceased to cover my face,
leer at all this creature lingerin
and delighted am free.

They don’t
Surprise me
They live in a
Different world
Different city

You are beautiful
Regardless of what
Beauty means.