Artlessness Poems - Poems about Artlessness

...As the sun sinks past a white picket fence, still, toils an ingrained meaning all had sworn, past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught sense, prostrate souls taxes, lain of blood-stained worn. ......

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...The Sedulous Knight Prostrate souls taxes, lain of blood-stained field, still, toils an ingrained meaning they had sworn, past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught yield, amidst ......

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...I stand tall among the same restful souls; Within the shadow of a broken heart. Trumpet of harmony sweet fragrant bloom, Restored innocence after death conso......

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...K1087 and K1089 of Canto 109 of the THIRUK-KURAL: Thagaianangkuraiththal (In the transliterations, the capital vowels stand for the repetition of the same vowel: eg., “A” for “aa”) K1087: k......

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...Advancing from the earth to reach up high, From passageways and subways emerging, To strain with ribald fingers at the sky, The virus of the rage distilled and surging. To spray paint on the ti......

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