Dreams wonder what People hope for And what made me a companion To them and to those they glorify I hold a bright mind I am friendly with blame
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
At night he walks safely Fear resists a being And the heart in its beats Since it was still At night in its breaths If it is not a guarantor
A flower threatened by the winds In the garden he has no rest, Swaying in a glance Complaining of the flames of those wounds
The greenery kissed his head Until it touched him The greenery knelt and ended And returned his company to him And granted him a desperate life
Hope fell on fatigue And from this wonder, man thanked The fall, so he met And thanks in this are necessary So whoever finds glory that.
Middle Age Quagmire Out of shape and out of style / A shotgun shack for a domicile. Overworked and overdrawn / Still, I keep on keeping on.
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
The beam passed and showed a hidden radiant face and blessed the world that in the hand of darkness on the peaks and if the planets accompanied
A man contemplated a mirage and marveled at it and said: A caller who deceives the one who calls him And asks for boldness
A writer looked at the dirt and described it, saying: The dirt rose and calmed down Angrily at what lies Humbly walking on it
Light flies after sunset And darkness lines up on the paths A cloud chases the flash of light And takes the evening as a light to ride on
The heat of the world is stingy with you It brings you comfort like the sun The day burns you with heat It possesses the art of excitement with you
On the back of the wind came the clouds And rain does not strike its blow The blow of heat so he took his precautions And the heat does not know where it ends
