Poems from Siharyvani

There is a low in our life sanction    call low of love and discussion   People start to speak foreign language   Thought become blur more...
Am alone in my chamber  Chamber of sadness  Chamber of sweatiest memories I hope if we can live for ever  I can see her ghost walking all...
wind of the east touch my face touch my soul  feeling to dance tickling my toes tickling my heart give me will to Hug you give me the...
Let this rain wash me Let it wash my virtual sinsClean my sorrow from the sins of my fathersClean my self form this dirt call life From the...
destiny or haphazard is blowing my face smelling the incense of agony tickling Iced blood tear veins to aches and dust slow motion brain...

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