#velour

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  • subhaprakshit 3w

    Where hast thou been O' Confidant(e)
    which enchanted land has named thy fame of glory
    the God whom you know so well may quite thine all raven memory,
    the crash of broken fears, the fierce gleam,
    from the shivering helm to fearless battle-cry
    we humans, close-caught In spider-net of fate
    O' from where you do sync the hope even In deaths.

    To fill my poesy with thy praise, so I bow before thy entire race,
    I bow and broken on life's terrible wheel
    when I've lost all hopes and heart to sing
    yet I care not what the ruined times may bring
    If In thy courage temple thou wilt let me kneel.

    Lend me thy velour fill me with hopes
    for I've lost the alives even before they were gone,
    blue white saffron, green
    drap my dead soul In your olive attire or navy seal,
    my ghost Is frozen cold enough than snow
    O' torch up thy aspiring command let me heal.
    O' I've lost the alives and for them I moan
    teach me to love life and those who loves me More.

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    O' from where you do sync the hope even In deaths.
    To fill my poesy with thy praise, so I bow before thy entire Race.

    ©subhaprakshit