Bonics Bachinela Poems

When the teary heavens' clasped in fist,
to conflagrate and be the fire,
I was with you in silhouette.
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A gored heart,
To whom was it owned?
Nobody, No one, ever did claim.
Within briar entwined,
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Fill me the air to breath
with music to console my sad soul,
grant me the skies so azure
to visualize the light afar,
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The sun's to veto darkness;
because, it depresses the light,
covered it with dusk to night,
infectious to a person
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A trek to look back to restrospectively,
the worth remembering for
where heart's in sorrow, pierced
and painful mem'ries in graved,
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A desolate island, wailing in misery,
To mercy it beseech, but refused.
To equality it may at least has right but, what a sly,
It was left deserted in mimicry!
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As you donned on my me,
A gentle pat, reminding you,
'Tis my significant core,
'Tis where my heart dwells.
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You shed the morning tears,
In daylight, meandered with gloom,
to mend the torn part,
pent up in one's heart.
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