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Hans Boyka Poem
The dried leafs, After all Beauty gone
Some mature roots immature roots all gone
Like mundane world I Ooze before I lift
The faded dancing leaf on Breeze which left
Road passer I with many legs mine were
Bare quenching squeezing legs like grapes no gears
squeezing the fallen leafs no Ken and eye
On them, Like gleaming lights it look on sky
My ken become as sharp no breath I saw
Yet Beauty gleam, his friends on Zephyr i saw
Beautiful dancing then be on huge stem
As happy as the river flowing stream
The dead is not a dead my heart lift said
After this Beauty fade in truth be not sad
The real awake Unleash and gleam as sun
This re'alm is a pain and sorrow pun
The real beauty need to breath out breath in light
The real beauty need to breath out breath in light
Copyright © Hans Boyka | Year Posted 2020
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Hans Boyka Poem
A beauty is a thing erupt desire
Lustrous of thousand ants arise
A fallen leaf no commands need from trunk
The water breath no practice of sink
The bawdy bald is sphere of lust and crave
Afresh and water lake around ants thrive
Mundane, by cry of fresh is clear crystal
amidst cactus a bald is wild petal
reflect a friend of sun in lake of bald
As clear as hands of Gogh and colour word
Let not the friend of sun float cre'ate glimpse
Let the bald clear silent to taste Orgasm
Dead notes of mus'cal box is fail the rhythm
The bald of Chaos music with rings make rhythm
Sound that never taste beloved of hands
With bald the beauty of lust beloved taste glands
Copyright © Hans Boyka | Year Posted 2020
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