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Ode to my country

The flight of wisdom and glory
One that is not capable by the highest might 
My country has been through a plight 
My place has faced a grieve 
A memory hard to leave 

I gaze upon it's structure
And it's rigid rupture 
The cause of mistake 
Is something that not all make 

The blue of the twilight 
And the main cause of the glum height 
Were the English who were the invades
Mean enough to set a trap perfectly laid

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A secret admirer

She is a :  Madness chaser 
                  Problem facer
                  Very good pacer 
                  Better acer
                  Worry banisher 
                  Grieve  vanisher 
                  Chat master 
                  Run's faster
                  Sadness cleaner 
                  Sometimes meaner
                  Always a mate 
                  Together by fate 
                  Good writer 
                  Better fighter 
                  Bore wrecker 
                  Awesome trekker 
                  A fancy cheerer 
                  Mostly nearer 
                  She is always around 
                  Our closeness is bound 
                  She is one of a kind 
                  Always together bind 
                  Always beside
                  Never aside 
                  Her trust never bends
                  'Cause she is my friend.

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War and peace

Why this war ? Why this war? 
To the people along so far. 
It kills us all,
Because of this the world may fall 
Why this war?  Why this war ?
Why can't there be peace at all? 

It makes the people die ,
It makes the birds fly
So please be aware 
That you cannot go anywhere 
It makes the history die,
And makes the mystery fly.

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In the darkness of the night

I gaze across the balcony 
With none to keep company 
The art of the twilight 
The painting that was drawn right
In the darkness of the night 

When I look upon the abondoned streets 
Waiting for the chatter of feet
Hour by hour, the ticking goes on
Waiting for the bright light that was gone
In the darkness of the night 

Only a caravan to pass by
With the tapping horses to the bars untie 
The wind whirling around the corner 
And the dim light which would come out sooner 
In the darkness of the night 

I shall wait for the day to arrive 
For which I shall thrive 
In the darkness of the night

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An educator of fortune

I came across a thought 
My mind it caught
Of the bygone that I lived
From which I was ripped 
For the rest of my life

All I took was a glance 
Of a tutor of chance
With whom I wish to hold hands
Over all these lumping lands
For the rest of my life

I ask her why a blue sky
She shoots back why
I can take no more of this emotion 
Such of that of a fateful bitter potion
For the rest of my life 

I take a glimpse of the monastery 
To which I hold the pass of entry
At the bricks that were carved of enlightenment 
And at the steady environment 
For the rest of my life 

Now I sit on her throne 
Delighted to be her clone
If this were not the end
For her I would have sent
For the rest of my life  

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The chill has begun

Autumn is there in the air; 
Equinox is present without despair
Leaves change colour and that's not all, 
They even drizzle and fall. 

The days are light and short, 
While the nights are long and broad 
It is certainly a reward;
Changing colour is of course from the god. 

Sakura's bloom through the windy days;
Apples appear in so many ways 
There is a lot of glory up in the air,
Enjoy the season as much as you dare.

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The mystic Meadows

Of all those creatures;
You better be teachers
To notice all those features
Of the better reaches.

To my mystic mind
They are memories to bind
Those tiny looking elves
Sitting on the shelves.

And on that little eve 
Until all the magic leaves
The joyful fairies dance
As though they were in France

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The lonesome lane

The pour and shower has just gone by 
The lumps of clouds are moving out of the sky 
The blessing is glistening on the stone paved road 
And the hollow holes becoming broad 
Along the lonesome lane 

The dried up drops let alone your heart 
Of something pleasant torn apart 
The glaze of the shine upon your face 
Giving you a doubt about the rest of the race 
Around the lonesome lane 

You wait on the corridor 
Expecting someone to be at the door 
You lean on the wall of darkness
Waiting for company, in distress 
Across the lonesome lane 

The loveliest spring comes after winter 
With goes away all your splinter 
You help yourself with the lay of flower beds 
Holding onto this merriment you always head
Down the lonesome lane

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The defiling general

The earth has been drowned by the fiend 
Deprived from its undergrowth 
Stripped from the edible seed 
Killed to the last in loath 
By the toll of the sully

Millions have tasted the loganberry 
But neither can you nor I 
Neither go around the mulberry 
Nor savoured what it bore 
By the toll of the sully 

The derrick has ruined us all
And the motors breathed venomous gas
The colour of life drained out of sight 
The tone of silence now perished for the mortal
By the toll of the sully 

The languish fossil, now a bailiff
The wrapper now an agitate
The weaklings now warlords
Littering around bunkum bombs
By the toll of the sully 

The beings to consult for this 
Our chart of lineage 
Who sprawled obsessed with greed
Keeping the globe busy at risk 
By the toll of the sully 

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Aesthetic fille

I’m drifting away from who I once was
Being a quick silver,
Turning into a hypocrite
Carping about the sense of becoming void
And contorted of turning pedantic

But then I sense a chime
A drone reminding me of the propaganda
Realising I dispelled all those lovely carnations
Turning into an irreverent and impertinent snob

After all this, I must profess
I’ve kept a clandestine detail
I am an assassin to my own optimism
Because my conscience was rumpled,
Unlike the rest of the race

I am obligated to emulate the civilisation
Remain a stitch among many others
Embedded on the same fabric
Pierced with an identical needle into the fancy work

However, forth with I’m determined
To distort into an insurgent soul
To stand out of the counterfeit
Whose deeds are ditto of every mortal

Though petrified and vulnerable
I must proclaim
I will give solace to my entranced spirit
By embellishing my ordeals
And rummage through the potentials

I will elicit every sounding,
And forge every refrain
At no time relinquish my sauntered footpath
And yearn for evermore

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