by Nithin Purple
No rules ne'er rest your pinions,but sure hope,
To wake in wondrous thought's in many and many
And formed illness,cause minds madden swipe.
Your cottage full of dreams, of freshness wing,
Which power brake your noble flow,and how?
Ha! bow I sweet ,my sweet for ever you sing
Let me spread your secret cipher,with emotes,
Most colored yours,still man needs you,do you?
So he, though he mortal sleep in your shades
Our somber ideas here, too far wish we glide
From this world -sour with hopeful Ecstasy
But soul that rise, here dear,still in me fade
Misfortune leads despair,and fear desires,
O' beauty utterly falls, nothing lasts
Last updated March 07, 2013