As usuall i dont expect replys of u guys 
I walk down the street in pure silence
When I notice I’m bleeding
I can’t figure out where
Then I realize that I don’t mind
So I keep walking
And keep walking
Until everything fades
I don’t know where I am now
But it’s better than there
I can’t describe it to you
For I fear if I open my mouth
Blood will come out
I can taste it
It’s not that bad…
Really
I think I like it
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I don't know where I am now
But it's better than there
I can't describe it to you
For I fear if I open my mouth
Blood will come out
I can taste it
It's not that bad...
Really
Paki... Its really such a nice poem !
Thanks for sharing :)
thank u monsieur Arif :)
Pleasure was all mine, ofcourse
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thank u monsieur Arif :)
Pleasure was all mine, ofcourse
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Hope you will continue sharing ... !
:)
wow... it sure is nice!!!..... i like it as well :)
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*Originally posted by arifnawaz: *
Hope you will continue sharing ... !
:)
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Thank u again sir, verry kind of u,
and I will stay here ;)
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wow... it sure is nice!!!..... i like it as well :)
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Thank u too Khushee :D
nice:k:
Re: cant stop walking
welcome dutchiiii bahi!!! Nice one :k:
Merry Autumn
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o'er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.
Such principles are most absurd,-
I care not who first taught 'em;
There's nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.
In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You'll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.
Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e'en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.
The seed burs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.
A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o'er with laughter.
The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.
The earth is just so full of fun
It really can't contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.
Don't talk to me of solemn days
In autumn's time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it's the climax of the year,-
The highest time of living!-
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.
thank u Ghazal and hacker 