MISTY THOUGHTS

The castle is covered with snow
This foothill.
Just an idle life.
In the foreign land and the wild house
In the cage
  someone
  And in the old song,
going lonely
  will give
  In summer too
flood-
the columns
earth-
The splits.
These days and nights are vinaigrettes
And again without falling out
And again.
of man in between
  fate
How about
Horrible Horrible
  raining
  predictions,
Lectures. of meaninglessness
A sandbar is also formed.
These are again a
Woke up with a sunburn
Sunflowers bloom on the bones.
tug of war,
Heel cut, sharp needles
Somewhere
Stitched and lined with threads of absurdity
Even human existential madness
Pointless
Raised up
Bow down,
And again
  Sweating and crying and screaming
  The Great Deceptions of Man...
A monk or martyr
Let us be born again, let us kneel down and seek mercy
They will need more
A great disaster of their aims
May paradise be anointed with rosewater
The progeny of those who makes Koot, Kuiyattam, birth sin, and crocodile tears are unleashed. We have no resurrection in the graves.
  Let's walk through no man's land.
Let's go around other countries where the light has gone down.
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WilliamsG Maveli