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A Midnight Prayer
O’God our God, the God of Day,The God of all unbroken, untouched, Don’t set us crushed, Yet as we pray, as our hearts beat, delivers us from this bittersweet,unyielding, unending, dismay, O’God our God, the God of Day… O’ God our God, The God of Sky,Our God in the deepest darkest hour,Don’t let us cower,Yet as we die,Forgive us what’s
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The gift of the Mendicant
Be good now, be Home..Be good in what you do;Be good for the Other,Be good for you..No matter where you roam:Be good now, be Home.. Towards none, wish ill,Towards none, harbor pain;Towards no other,shall you pile disdain,Beyond all keep this will:Towards none, wish ill… Be Happy now, as you awake,Be happy of all bygone;Be Happy
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Raghse Zarrat
I wake no more,For I have been awaken,& I, too, forsake the door,I, too, the one forsaken;Leaving myself to myself,Through blood and bone— alive alone.I contemplate my core;The soul within my soulof which I say no more.For I have been utteredA word — a dawn,— alive alone.Unto the world of God & Man,unto the chaos,
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Silence
Silence fell like grains of wheat that throngs the fields of gold. Her verve was stirred by her defeat Leaving her voice, wavering — discrete In hells that burn, in hells so cold; In tears of pains so much untold. Her silence was her last reply, & replies were a fate — a must, What
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Annemin Şarkıları
Like blades would cut, Like a hundred prayers may rise to God, Every prayer, with an empty stare, Keeps fighting the smokes of despair, In wars that only prayers can bare, In wars, where souls… have flesh & blood. In wars, of flesh & bones & laughs & moans, & dawns may alter after dawns,
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Dor
{Inspired By “Song From A Secret Garden” } Definition: Dor (Romanian): Longing for someone you love very much, combined with sadness, and the need for singing sad songs (Romanian contemporary Language-Romania) -its etymology belongs to “dorinta” which means wish. It’s impossible to translate. It conveys too much meanings, thoughts, and feelings. Speak all your words,
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Rain Princess
I am so ripped out of my ribs, So wiped out of my very presence, Drifted through thousand tidal rips, & though they can’t efface your essence, Perhaps, if once Eras collapse, Perhaps, I’ll see once more thy visage, Or, live an unending relapse, & lay beside my own heart’s wreckage, & lay beside…those wounds
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