My heart you sight or my soul; there it arose.
Fumes darted right, from where it arose?
O Sky! Who, burnt-heart is buried in this grave?
A fireball- first light there it arose.
'Never leave the room of my heart,' I felt
Seeing you in the house quite the way you arose.
When my brain strained with dire pain.
A din at the heights there it arose.
Where her playful eyes arrests the view.
A fount of fright geared to arose.
Think of home O melodious sound,
A smoke cloud slight, in the nest, there it arose.
Who will let him settle down again?
From your doorstep upright, there he arose.
I got up from your street as if,
One might leave the world, for his death arose.
O! Meer, Love is a massive rock.
Can a weak man fight the load that arose?
About the Creator
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles5 days ago in Fiction
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