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Exasperated puddle .

Exasperation gets bundling up,  Losing all the faith, Boiling head, where do they relieve. Anger puddled inside,  Reflects everywhere, yet hurting the heart inside, Nothing could be done. The thorny golf court,  Not nice, pocking all the sides.  Don't come mightly on my eyes,  It could burst open on you. Where do I find my peace! Ignorance fails and gives a deep scar inside.  It Burns tightly and painfully.
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Aesthetic confession

 The Witch's book


An old smokey attic                                         

The secret of her heart

where the spider crawled

The witch sat on the wooden floor

Carpeted with the fox fur, 

The dirty rack she had those books,  

The books of curses,  courses of portions,  

Yet she hid one book 

She buried it deep under her wooden floor,  

She read it for a while,  laughed in pain, 

Then buried it again! 

The book of her lost Romance.

 

 Magicians Wand

Mystical wand
 The mystical sky on a sunny day,
 You walked past by.  
 The wind behind pulled me to your side!
 Like a smoke nowhere to hide, carried to your   incense, 
 The spell cast over my presence. 
 Help me know the charm,  
 For enticing me with no harm, 
 Thou the magician's wand! 
 Making the stubborn heart pound.














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