Nadir
...The paths of my mission would be rows of roses, I thought.
To my shock, in tipsy turvy twists and turns, I got tossed
Didn't I desire to know the known to know the unknown?
Each wish of mine, like...
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Categories:
scaffoldings, angst, life, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Translation of Marcel Moreau's: a Paris By T Wignesan
...Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan
IN PARIS
Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its ...
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Categories:
scaffoldings, cute love, nostalgia, november,
Form: Quatrain
Clairvoyance
...The spirit hovers.
I am not interested in a
séance. Let me come face to face
with the book to share clean
or unclean thoughts.
Not able to print my deep
angst. A clash of cultures. I
will...
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Categories:
scaffoldings, art,
Form: ABC