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From the depths of chaos we departed
Chartered passage to unknown shores,
Past forests and deserts of solitude
To the walls of an ancient war.

Though those walls would crumble,
Rumble, as if of thunders roar.
The silence served would deafen,
Beckon all toward fate's door.

As our feet grow ever weary
From eerie path trod cobbled floor
And souls succumb to violence,
Tyrants of terror but nothing more.

Our shoulders bear the burden
Of verdant lands long lost to time.
The sun-scorched pastures rotten,
Forgotten laws and untold crime.

The serf shall not suffer the baron,
Talons shall pierce their skin no more.
Enwrought by the breath of dragons,
Falcons are born to soar.
In the wet village pathway
Suddenly, I met you,
You hid your face with the rainy leaves
and pulled the wet scarf on your head.
Those your lovely eyes felt so blushing
and the vines are tied to your nose ring!

The wet leaves of green forests
It's talking about your shyness
Those few words of your coy lips
made me smile a little more,
And the tears and love of clouds
were touching all of your beauties!

O monsoon, don't stop the rains
Come, come down as the storm
on this green forest of long trees
and make these wet leaves swim.
If the village road will get flooded
Then you'll ride on a boat with me.

Nature doesn't care about me
Does whatever it wants to do,
No, the monsoon rain is gone
and you're standing in the lank wet hair,
But my clime is far away from you,
So, I'm walking on my way alone!
BE
Darling, I'm still waiting for you,
When will you come here
and smile at me again!
I'm just waiting and it's true,
Your silent thoughts and coy love
melt me into the salt sea again.

I care about you my darling
and I always will,
Just lemme give you all
and wait till the morning!
You can make a new dream now,
and see, where is the sun rising!

Have you felt my deep love?
That I gave you in the evening,
You just don't be confused
I will do it when I am promised
Keep waiting, what is happening
The night is gone and morning is coming!
My attitude daughter told me it was the easiest job to be a mum,
Everybody has to listen to me.
So I told her to be mum one day.
Little Johnny aged three woke her up at 2:00 am to say he wanted to ***,
Again he woke her up at 3:00am to say he was thirsty,
Christine my five year old woke her at 3:30am to say her teddy was crying,
If she would sing to him,
At 5:30am Christine said she couldn't sleep and slept with her pushing her to the edge of the bed.
At 6:30am the alarm rang for her to make breakfast and send the children to school,
By nine o'clock she gave up,
Begged me to be mummy again.
23/8/2020
Even our fantasies
should be morally
Correct.
Marie Antionette
preferred pie over cake,
and briefs over thongs.

A fervour for fashion,
But not a fan of
The Flour War,
nor her ghastly wrongs.

Poufs and panache?
Imprimatur, for sure.
"That's entertainment,"
said the brochure.

Affair of
the diamond necklace,
such a coup.

A material girl,
how about you?

Now remember,
how comely the rose
when she was so rich and red.

But also the onus
to how she lost
her pretty little head.
Do not whisper
Speak your truth out loud
Do not be silenced
By the crowd
I broke your heart
You broke mine
So now we're even
You
Oh how you lift me
Way up above the tree tops
And into the sky
Dedicated to my students, who don't realize how much they touched my Life
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