Best Lucrative Poems

The confusion of my santuary
Has my body feeling weary
Lost and cold emptiness abide
Somewhere the confusion hides
Creating images with my thought
All this life my hearts been taught
Hords of marbles missing here
The biggest one is lost I fear
A contemplation, my mind running
Away from something and from nothing
Always...

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It was a lucrative dream,
Sin was it's theme,
She presented herself,
Standing beside a bed,
Wearing thin air around her:
She was not unchaste,
She was in matrimony to a diaspora dude,
She was well oiled,
Her whole outlook was inviting:
It was going to be the greatest sin
Of my lifetime:
Just when I...

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