The pace between each link of words in her thorax slackened as she fought the syllables out, clothed in hasty curiosity. She'd been fighting the lofty sentence in her heart to keep still until it broke forth, exploding her tongues in rhythmic syllables, like breath in confetties merged together to make a tumbler of oxygen. She would be glad, yea, she was. Those eating words were out finally, though birthed in a willing reluctance.
They had been walking for only-God-knows perhaps twenty minutes, until they got to the end of the...
I Her beauty is like the dawn of the day, Gentle and mild, pricking the strings of hay, In such melody that outweighs the hearts, Bewitching all mouths to move in her art. Even the sun grudge thy lofty beauty, That she stay awhile, you to keep beaming.
Like the ocean in multifacity; Torpedo like a comet, calm in deal. Metamorphosing such that none could get The notion tossed at the humans that begged. As they ply through knowledge, little they know. Like this colleen: more...
Dripping like the tears of the sky, Driving its fury towards the earth nigh, As in a thud kissed the earth; The spill- beginning of its death. Then, as the drop of the milk shattered, There rose a man : by-product of the shattered. He rose - he alone to live; Man, the by-product of milk. 19:07:21:17:45
They promised us bout phone and mobile, But how bout network? They promised us electricity at kainji dam, But how bout stability. They promised us bout democracy and independence, But how bout good governance. They promised us a cackoo with mutiple colors, But they came only with its picture. Pool of water on the tiled street: Mirage of realism. 19:07:20:10:01
The words betrayed his gaze. The former and the latter took choiced turns as the disguisers kept murdering the pace between the geographic setting that held the northern alliance from Shamar's militia.
Their hands were up, bellicose of veiled implications on the part of the northern alliance. That was not as expected. That wouldn't have happened at the sanity of the mental horizon. Something must be wrong. But, what turn the wrong took, none could trace, not even Lambz,the leader of the ODA 596.
Without form and void, The world gave a lunatic gaze. Lack of luminous light love bought, Darkness did give her a chase. Open to no one was her, Water beneath and air above. Open to someone was the stars, Lodging in authority's abode.
'Let there be light', I saw the darkness did flee. Off they vanished out of sight, Coupled with unpleasant stuffs I couldn't see. Her mood changed, As soon as the light emerged. With bright and lovely range, They both adhered to his command.