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Monday, November 22, 2010

prose 1 - world

WORLD
World goes round and around through the heir of the ancestors, nevertheless hoping the verdict went through the sublime time by splitting the vast malady. Evolving the nature thus concludes from the antebellum human society in nurturing the immense descendants of the earth. Whilst talking and whispering one another in the bushes of intellectual and psychoanalytical mind, conscious or unconscious and even part of it. Nothing good to be compared, with the Harlequin of the supreme man and the fishmonger of the street cane, world now are at the equal echelon.
The essence of life certainly extracted from the rose shed of the lair actions of these social creatures. Nonetheless, the man of society solicit solemnly solely submit his mind to the head of the bogus God’s vanity. A pledge with a maker creates the rule of the sea nation which an angel claims to be scared and threatened of. Words that keep in record will be guaranteed by in the end you will be set off record. Two faces slam the target upon the zenith lower the sky which they are belongs to thus the abstractly truth is beyond as what quantum of the phantom succors is.
A doom looming takes them up against the nature and human and creation that create the zealous counting of the days where jovial shape will be no more love, silent will be no more peace and two hands will be no more as one. That is what the world is all about the corner, when think off the on sight graving the light of corral zooming to their life.
Yellow rain floating the ace of the sun, circum through the mountain, bridging the gap of the tight air, no more breath and no more heath. Blue spec enlightened by the war at ease, never did show how the sky stops at the lower rancor among the rules of higher man in row, no more tentacles, no more obstacles. Red is huge with the tiny hope that all will be fine, all will be fine, in drawing the nation into one love, even violet spreads its wing to the utmost solace in fighting no more rage, no more vain and no more besiege by the blind man’s mind.
By Ainn.S

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