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SWEET WORDS

Sweet words do call

In the dark,musing,mouthing and

Counting countless counts of voyages

Cycles of daunting happenings

That bring the uncalm to the brims

But the paddler paddles not to the bank

And the sailors sail not backward

Oh!Sweet words! Honey for the hearing

And relishes to the soul

The net that warps itself around little fishes

Curbing it’s gentle growth

Sweet words say no redemption

And the guilt of wrongs should forever hang

Sweet words are shackles to only volunteers

Sweet words is the past that haunts

Like the parochial parrot

It has nothing new to say

When sweet words call,don’t listen

When the past knocks ,do not answer

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SPERALE

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CAMILLE

Now he knows not the ruffles
Of the heart
Like the sparrows
They have fled the sky with so much precipitance
That could wear out an ass
Like the waters to the pastures
And the wind to the sailing ship
So does Camille calms the nerves
And purge away all wistfulness

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SPERALE

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BUTTERFLY WITH CLAWS

So much beauty,so much poise

That hung hovering over the brows

Such much innocence,so much charms

That the tender heart gushed invariably

How come the wings have become claws?

Wavy wings that wavered not in love

Have become claws that claw away the comfort of others

The shimmers of the brooks have become the darkness of the night

Wings are broken, butterflies have begotten claws

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SPERALE

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RAINBOWS

Take the heed not to falter

When the storms beat very hard

Like the erratic volcanoes

Because there’s the tilling before the reaping

And the beauteous rainbows does not unsheathe

Until the clouds cry very hard

For there to be life, there has to be death

Before there can be solace,there has to be scars

Time watches, time tests,time heals,time makes,time mars,time flies

Our choices are our makers

Before there can be rainbows, there must be storms

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SPERALE

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OH!PRINCESS,VILE IN TENDER BEAUTY!

It were like a unison

Of two oafish beasts

When your breathes

Besmutched my pallid face

And I like the canker stricken

Shrunk and bloom like the scarlet rose

On the fore,your beastish reputation

Precedes your vile self,

Oh!Princess, vile in tender beauty!

But within ,you are sweeter than

The waters of Avalon

Nothing could sag ever this

Not even the pestilential hands of time.

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SPERALE