Maturate Poems - Poems about Maturate

...I awaken with inordinate maturate on my face. Stripping my skin away disinters a face made of red clay I then claw and strip it away to show the face of a roseate mask and once unmasked revealed the ......Read the rest...

...Who ever caught the direct line of love, is connected and can be pleased, anywhere... Anywhere is superb to live in, when love is there ... With love, if you are born, if you live, wed. i......Read the rest...

...Home,my sweet home, Where blue tranquil rapids flow, Its meanders run in symphonic rhythms ; To the left and right aside, It holds my village firm; Yellow is ripen glow of lavish harvest; Land ......Read the rest...