hate ne so much to the extent of wanting to burn me alive if need be at times
I was appalled after my newstand debates
Of goofs of pointificates wanting to hate me for every puncture i suffer and which
They suffer at the end of improvised debate sections
When they raised their soundless riffle nothing jeered and my round of resonating riffle
Often agog with blatant trills and immaculate praise and mockery,
Nevertheless they were never content in
Deflecting their rockets from the anarchy of dusks their very bone tendon.
Writhing in alien venture,knowledge made monarch in the spot
Tied to the barndoor's granary and farmer's booties
Only the heat learn greedily alone from the hearth and sometimes the hills grew weary of themselves.
Fallen dead in silence,i barely know the size of my intrepid sun,
Hidden sacred stones beneath this mammoth size
Stood there undetterred and uncovered
Until the intrepid sun amazingly driblet.
No comments:
Post a Comment