I have come from abduction,Was attacked-My country's compensation is in-store credit.ordered back into bankruptcy It's me and my trophy wife.Passing as some kind of dream.
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
women who lie alone at midnight Because there's no one else to lie to. women who lie alone at midnight at the laundromat in the afternoon
Border Wisdom Line IntelligenceThe world isn't as terrible as us. neighbors, I made that day like this:We have seen more terrible days than this.
The dreaded archer came to the lawn. Night is the time for old people to die. But woe to the arrow that hit the fawn,
Someday, when trees have shed their leaves, And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves
In the heart of the forest, where the trees stand tall, The venado moves with grace, heeding nature's call. Through dappled sunlight and shadows, it softly treads,
There is a storage on the top of the congregation and lines prompting a little storm cellar on the wall. There are two observers, one an instructor and the other a Jew.
In the dead of night, the wolf's cry echoes clear, A haunting howl that strikes both awe and fear. ❤🥰👇❤ It pierces the silence with a primal call,
Neither milkweed nor rose-apple in Schenck’s Anguish, only a murder of crows sprouting at the perimeter
Wind whispers tales through frosted pane, Snow paints the world in hushed domain. 😃💖 Inside, a haven warm and bright,
Frost-Kissed breath paints the night, a chilling scene, Snowflakes swirl, a spectral curtain drawn between. An old man walks, cloaked in shadows deep,
Snowflakes danced, a swirling white ballet, As frosted forests whispered winter's sway. Two boots crunched deep, hearts light and bold,
