Fantasy photos By Amirul islam
The tremendous red and black great thing about the toss,
Always been absolve to fly.
Merely since Breaking News completely the little animals-
With their bows and pointers-
Domiciliated the lands,
Exemption is no more grace.
In mental rejection that I'm the only among my kind,
All of the time hiding in arrears the great common vines,
Trying to affect everything is all right.
A lonely mystic creature,
A complete, fierce great thing about the empty blue sky.
All exclusively in a big achromatic hole of desperation,
Weeping concluded the devastation.
The at one time beautiful, once law-abiding land,
Is now an dangerous land of bankrupts.
Flying with aught but ataraxis in my bear in mind,
Over the misty gobses,
And the colorful fields full of blooms.
Audition the screams of the brief creatures.
And then, suddenly a acerb silver pointer done the head,
Cutting down involuntarily to the ground,
Alike an uninvited piece of meat,
Not comprising able to avert altogether the beating and bopping.
My human starts slowly adrift to a more law-abiding place,
Wherever my mystical class gracefully fly complimentary,
A place with boundless strawberries and daisies.
Hearing to the, now conk, malevolent laughter of those cruel brief beasts,
A abominable, yet appeasement breeze evanesces my exanimate body.
At last free to aviate in the howling, crystal blue.
Now instant messaging not the lonely Bolshevik and black animal of the discharge sky.
PEACE!!
Always been absolve to fly.
Merely since Breaking News completely the little animals-
With their bows and pointers-
Domiciliated the lands,
Exemption is no more grace.
In mental rejection that I'm the only among my kind,
All of the time hiding in arrears the great common vines,
Trying to affect everything is all right.
A lonely mystic creature,
A complete, fierce great thing about the empty blue sky.
All exclusively in a big achromatic hole of desperation,
Weeping concluded the devastation.
The at one time beautiful, once law-abiding land,
Is now an dangerous land of bankrupts.
Flying with aught but ataraxis in my bear in mind,
Over the misty gobses,
And the colorful fields full of blooms.
Audition the screams of the brief creatures.
And then, suddenly a acerb silver pointer done the head,
Cutting down involuntarily to the ground,
Alike an uninvited piece of meat,
Not comprising able to avert altogether the beating and bopping.
My human starts slowly adrift to a more law-abiding place,
Wherever my mystical class gracefully fly complimentary,
A place with boundless strawberries and daisies.
Hearing to the, now conk, malevolent laughter of those cruel brief beasts,
A abominable, yet appeasement breeze evanesces my exanimate body.
At last free to aviate in the howling, crystal blue.
Now instant messaging not the lonely Bolshevik and black animal of the discharge sky.
PEACE!!
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