The final and no peace, aggregation and understanding should be out you learn and not Kung Fu Hustle imprecation caress him the child. The sleek, sober thoughts into bloom hookman, which cools the hot surfaces, aggressive emotions were nuclear fission. Or just the treaties sweet mother, care. The unconditional love is to divide the momentum and mercy, immortal faces could reflect curvature, which for a one-point at rest, do not raging confusion and frenzy around me!
Clean, innocent, cherish billing and cooing desperate my self-pity pierced tubes close a hole, bundle out problems threatening�s storm clouds! Acceptance and understanding. The mocking began a whip-instead of the words of the wise, patient through silence! I would have a harmony than mountain cliffs. Eventually they sat and ate their feast on top of the hard rock eagles handing out modestly: Air-liberal wing�s rangers.
Human in councillor�s eyes discover how the Shooting stars down vibrating winking�s rush-lights � because her leg was still fateful spilt mind confusion since the sober mad glint, and the legitimate, qualities that would make an idea-ideas they dug a trench in the moat-sycophants said, and the dirty enforced a pair of pincers-bargains chatter as the final option in the little-seater. A rusty-tears bruising thick wire hedges free benefit grit deadly claws, debt-to-it was stifling savior doubly won sure doors knocking on keys
Where the question is not the prejudices to-don�t-acknowledgement responding � and the effects produced evidence of the camp of the morality unappeal instead of the universality of the need to adopt! But when? Where? And how? The same meaningless song. Position loaded! The choice is not you were!
� Made a nice bell to roast-pigeon for promises ruffian catacombs I vegetate: but lost the dark chasm of prudential maxims sceptre, and hoped so I keep it as a single fate-treasure, the conscious possession of the unworthiness!!
Norbert Tasev was born in Budapest. He is a history teacher and self-publishing writer in Hungary.
The Final and the Single | A Poem by Norbert Tasev
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December 12, 2017
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