harsh sagi

A rose for a rose,
which brightens my spirit;
A few heartfelt words,
to see a smile upon thy lips.
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As I lay peacfully,
on my porch looking,
at the dark, gloomy sky,
Cryinfg which is, its heart out.
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The world around, has closed on me,
Confining me, within life and death.
The days of my freedom, have passed away,
leaving me naught but;
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Believe we doth in,
He who dost treachery;
Traitor w calleth him,
who knows naught, but loyalty!
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The flowers that I send,
may not reach you in bloom;
but the scent of their blossom,
the air shall surely give you.
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Thou art still, our Hero,
Oh god of Rain,
Bur what has invoked
thy anger,
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I'm no hermit, no monk, nor even a saint,
I'm just a soul,
searching for a place;
in heaven or hell,
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I know, but a drop
and there's, an ocean to consume;
I am, but at the foothill
and there's, a mountain to ascend;
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The wings abate, of my soul
Stretch free, I want to;
The reins tight, bind which my verve
Break all, I want to;
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The moment I saw thee,
I felt the heavens were revealed to me;
The beauty blissful of thee,
I thought was made just for me.
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Thou art a beautiful hymn,
Sung by almighty him;
make with his sincere care,
hast he thee, my lady fair.
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Deep down where, it started all;
A place of which, none could imagine;
Hold the seed, out of which would rise,
the evergreen tree - called Life.
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The look of thee,
gives such pleasure to me;
as the fresh showers doth,
a peacock glee.
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Thy face lovely - Oh my love,
Blush, I can see in the moon;
As I draw you closer to me,
And hold, thy hands in mine.
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Deep down where, no being dwells;
A place of which, none even imagine;
Where vanquished, is the light even,
and just the dark, ever prevails.
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Con thou not, thy loved ones,
For faked shall thou be,
By life itself.
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Behold, In thyself
For see, shall thou,
The meaning true - of Life.
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Unto the day,
When meet you I;
Darkness folds over,
the light of my eye.
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The night of moon full, is here today,
and has brought with it,
the zeal to kill,
And quench my thirst - Ere day.
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The pasteurs green,
a tillers bread;
have long become barren.
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