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The Forlorn Poem
Lassie, pretty, invincible pleasure
The pride of a skilled crafter!
There lived on the landscapes a farrier,
By the ruins of Ottoman Empire.
His daughter, heaven's courtier!
A professional innkeeper;
Sometimes serving the Royal Jester;
Sometimes guardian of her.
That pleasant horizon for a dreamer,
That they sacrifice in the frontier
Of love, appeal and offence everywhere!
Where lassie's fragrance pioneer,
Torturing forlorns by means unfair!
Those clouds might dare
To split into colors of her;
But had never!
All that crawls on land and those travels in air,
And invisible hands are her tributer!
The fireflies suffer
Whilst she trespass the heart of winter,
Alone into those woods frozen by the touch of her;
Soft, legs of benevolent fur!
Lassie,the alluring chapter
Of course the forlorn's desire!.....
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The Forlorn Poem
[AFTER ALL THE INNOCENT RAPE VICTIMS.]
Ah! Cruel orchards!
Humiliates, tortures!
Until the angel comes
Beneath the abode of stars;
From the heavens mass
Revealing downwards!
Ah! Fortune on Evildoers!
Deserters,
The lusty deceivers.
Cruel dwellers
Of the cruel orchards!
Of brutal colors.
Ah! Vanish their fears!
O victimised onlookers;
Zombies! Soulless cowards!
Chained wanderers
Destroyers,
Of serene orchards!
Ah! Lonely walkers!
Egregious hunters,
Solitary Deciders
Of humanity the losers!
Good pretenders
They're Satan's worshipers!
Ah! Mental Prisoners,
Of love, home.Lethal killers
Of young flowers
Of peace seekers
Of daughters;
Of the innocent fathers!
Ah! Selfish founders
Of cruel orchards;
The hybrid murderers!
What harsh dividers
Of a human cottager's;
Love and utmost cares!
Ah! They helpless flowers
Of innocent villagers!
Tranquil believers;
Of those the betrayers.
Of false impressers.
Of the world unchivalrous!
Ah! Foreshadowed barriers
In cruel orchards,
Careful advices from gardeners
Of wild bears.
Never of those merciless evildoers
The filthy torturers!
Ah! Today I saw lamenters
Miserable mourners
Around the orchards
Of dry-soaked flowers
With caskets all fathers
Putting young flowers on those graveyards!
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