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DRAWN TO ROSEATE DAWN. OH MOTHER TEARS BEGIN TO DRY AND FEELS HOLLOW.
INK. &.. QUILL. WORDSMITH.
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AT 03.00 AM
Imagination And Feelings Melt
In The Void Of Melancholic Soul
'BRING HER BACK' Mother Prostrate Oneself To God. In the Middle Of The Night, Beseech About All Sacred Oath. Mother’s Aim? On That Only Covenant. Thus In The Velvet Dawn, The Roses Reveal Their Lustre Hues. Sacred Tears Becomes Breath for Roses. The Reason Is, Every Darkness Is A Fight To Get Scintillating ❝ I, Saw Into A Golden Dome In Vault Of Heaven. Oh Mother! My Destinèe Has Been Blessed. Your Battle Becomes My Faithful ❞ Hitherto, Life Will Always Be Guided By Those Verses.
JAAN E GHAZAL. MAKTUB. OATH.
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I Eat Tears Of Mine
Beneath Dim Lamp And Solitude
In My Hand Is A Poetry Vallum From Mother.
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LE BÂTIMENT PARISIEN AUX REFLETS D'OR. ICI COMMENCE L'HISTOIRE DE MA MÈRE.
MANTRA IN WORDS......
The Weathered Leaf That
Continues To Be Written
Perhaps At 3.00. AM. Tears Unstoppable, Even Behind That Ivory Veil. Mother Eyes Were Quite Tormented By An Unspoken Phrase. The Rosy Dawn Had Begun To Touch Mother Graceful Face. In A Hush Lane, With A Gentle Breeze, Mother Walks Unsteadily. Thus, The Ivory Veil That Was Attached Fell Down So Exquisitely. As If Time Had Suddenly Stopped, Eyes Began To Open. The Whispers Echoed Through Every Wall ❛ Ma Chérie, If You Ever Walk Down This Hallway, Don’t Let Your Godly Tears Fall ❜ Thereafter, Aim Suddenly Shattered And I Kneeled. Holding The Mother’s Poetry Vallum.
.. AIM OF BESEECH. SECRETLY.
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Should I Run From This Hallway?
INKED. II 'BEHIND THE IVORY LACE'
OH MOTHER. Oath And That Mantra?
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DRAWN TO ROSEATE DAWN. OH MOTHER TEARS BEGIN TO DRY AND FEELS HOLLOW.
INK. &.. QUILL. WORDSMITH.
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AT 03.00 AM
Imagination And Feelings Melt
In The Void Of Melancholic Soul
'BRING HER BACK' Mother Prostrate Oneself To God. In the Middle Of The Night, Beseech About All Sacred Oath. Mother’s Aim? On That Only Covenant. Thus In The Velvet Dawn, The Roses Reveal Their Lustre Hues. Sacred Tears Becomes Breath for Roses. The Reason Is, Every Darkness Is A Fight To Get Scintillating ❝ I, Saw Into A Golden Dome In Vault Of Heaven. Oh Mother! My Destinèe Has Been Blessed. Your Battle Becomes My Faithful ❞ Hitherto, Life Will Always Be Guided By Those Verses.
JAAN E GHAZAL. MAKTUB. OATH.
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I Eat Tears Of Mine
Beneath Dim Lamp And Solitude
In My Hand Is A Poetry Vallum From Mother.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ | 10 |
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LE BÂTIMENT PARISIEN AUX REFLETS D'OR. ICI COMMENCE L'HISTOIRE DE MA MÈRE.
MANTRA IN WORDS......
The Weathered Leaf That
Continues To Be Written
Perhaps At 3.00. AM. Tears Unstoppable, Even Behind That Ivory Veil. Mother Eyes Were Quite Tormented By An Unspoken Phrase. The Rosy Dawn Had Begun To Touch Mother Graceful Face. In A Hush Lane, With A Gentle Breeze, Mother Walks Unsteadily. Thus, The Ivory Veil That Was Attached Fell Down So Exquisitely. As If Time Had Suddenly Stopped, Eyes Began To Open. The Whispers Echoed Through Every Wall ❛ Ma Chérie, If You Ever Walk Down This Hallway, Don’t Let Your Godly Tears Fall ❜ Thereafter, Aim Suddenly Shattered And I Kneeled. Holding The Mother’s Poetry Vallum.
.. AIM OF BESEECH. SECRETLY.
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Should I Run From This Hallway?
INKED. II 'BEHIND THE IVORY LACE'
OH MOTHER. Oath And That Mantra?
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HER DAUGHTER ARE HER PRAYERS
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THE MELANCHOLIC ROSES
𝜗᭪݁
CHASSE AU TRÈSOR
ÂN MÈI
With A Faltering Tread
The Hunting Breath
And Doleful Eyes
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ روحها وردة
The Birth Of The Divine Soul? Mother Scratches Blood Coming From Her Hand On A Sheet Of Vallum, Bloody Crimson Full of Misery. Howbeit Her Void Heart Still Raised Prayers To The Empyrean. And The Godly Versee Are Written, In The Worn Vallum Stained With Crimson Blood, Bitterness Melts Together With The Whispers Of Melancholy Soul. It Might End In The Last Verse, To Remember This Magnificent Night And Day. Forevermore In Memory, And Thus Recorded In Soul And Unforgettable. But Eternity Still Grows... ROSES MIGHT DIE, BUT IT SHALL BLOOM. Over And Over. Again And Again. Time By Time.. The Chromatic Will Be Intense, And The Fragrance Will Be Soothes. Although The Poem Is Full Of Sorrow And Pain, The Daughter Will Continue To Blossom Forevermore In Divine Eternity With Her Greatness.
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BOUND IN DARKNESS.
.. THORNY ROSES BUT BLEEDS TOO
EAT TEARS OF MINE
How Abyssal Is That Murmur, Until The Inner Souls Halt To Deal With Melancholy Rhythm?
HALLOWED RELICS IN BALLADRY
SCULPTED BY ÂN MEI
CRIMSON الحزن
ROSEATE سعادة
BETWIXT BALLAD AND POET
THE ART KEEP OUR SECRET
A Rose Of All Palette Bloom With Such Sacred Poem. I Grew Up With Those Murmur, But A Thorns Kept Me From Falling To Sadness.
🎀eincarnation Of Arcadia Goddess
🎀riginal From God’s Sincerity
🎀hall No To Look Deeper
🎀thics In Her Ink Poetic
A Bloodstained Crimson Veil, Beneath The Sky And Beseeching For Kismet. That Godly Tears Flowing With Sorrow, Seen From A Lustre From The Edge Of The Wall. Oh Mother Was Devastated By The Fate That Soul Bound Her Essence. In The Middle Of The Night, Her Prostration... I Heard A Murmur ❛ It Has Grown In Every Season With Thorns As Its Guardian. Oh God Please Bestow A Fortune With Your Blessings ❜ A Day Wherever The Whole Things Feel Hollow, Melancholy Story That Is Still Being Written. Mother Hand Still Jotted With Black Ink Feather, And Afterwards The Verse Of Murmur Still Lingered In The Vault Of Heavenly. Dawn And Midnight That Keep Going, And Never Ending. THE BATTLE BETWIXT MOTHER, FAITH AND FATE! Even As Each Roseate Hue Fades To Crimson, The Roses Continue To Bloom. But Where Will That Final Chapter Be Written? Who Knows? We Await The Fate That Lies Ahead.
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