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May 05, 2010
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Fathomless
Who can measure the depth of my heart
Where unfulfilled desires boil all the time?
See the sun set far away in the horizon
Innumerable painted specks the sky there
I search for the shore of life in the darkness,
Pain-bred noises from some sea demons
Here on earth the virgin rain soaked the dry soil,
A strange fragrance shook the mind and soul,
Not lascivious--not impure. my hair drips
My wet eyes sobs and my glued clothes' scent,
Naked areas are decorated. Aromaticmemories
Eloquent hopes. Blocked words. Deep breath.
Songs stuck in my mind's recorder. One word
One look. Love is concise. My sweet heart,
Don't merge with me. Squandered spring,
Don't reappear. Chirping birds, stop for ever.
Days of ever lasting desire is no more.
Unfulfilled desires wait at the other shore.
Echoes of feminine voice. Fragrance of the soul,
Now fresh rain is away. Darkness in horizon.
A brachycephal goon governs me,
Sneering at every thing useful and nice,
His mouth grills all to cow down all,
A snash dances on his weilding tongue.
That I realize is life after all!
Where unfulfilled desires boil all the time?
See the sun set far away in the horizon
Innumerable painted specks the sky there
I search for the shore of life in the darkness,
Pain-bred noises from some sea demons
Here on earth the virgin rain soaked the dry soil,
A strange fragrance shook the mind and soul,
Not lascivious--not impure. my hair drips
My wet eyes sobs and my glued clothes' scent,
Naked areas are decorated. Aromaticmemories
Eloquent hopes. Blocked words. Deep breath.
Songs stuck in my mind's recorder. One word
One look. Love is concise. My sweet heart,
Don't merge with me. Squandered spring,
Don't reappear. Chirping birds, stop for ever.
Days of ever lasting desire is no more.
Unfulfilled desires wait at the other shore.
Echoes of feminine voice. Fragrance of the soul,
Now fresh rain is away. Darkness in horizon.
A brachycephal goon governs me,
Sneering at every thing useful and nice,
His mouth grills all to cow down all,
A snash dances on his weilding tongue.
That I realize is life after all!
— U K Atiyodi, May 05, 2010
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xena465
16 years 1 month ago
Beautiful
U K Atiyodi
16 years ago
To Rosina
Dr.Antony Theodore
16 years ago
dear Atiyodi
Seren
16 years ago
Dear U.K Atiyodi