Mystery of making home

My Boy Ryngkhlem

 

Ago, the blessed territory is well-nigh mislaid, but the land sight in 'Quiet Utterances!'

Here likely I'm, for it permits without let or hindrance on my own,

Confide both in sackcloth and ashes yearned:

So I plot back and forth to stuck midway. While It's will not certainly;

No lives persist, but her bases touch not down the ground nearly

She faked a change of tune

By nearly and charade and graces alone.

Her attired eyes left the morrow grotesque.

 But he's demonstrated an astral, His adroit a twinkling genii!

Sun showed the power of stars celebrating the rest to a real looked

One's to be bound by the charming voice knowing where from the long reverse Home, made to its perfection unlike the other.

 

 

  • Author: My Boy Ryngkhlem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 23rd, 2022 00:23
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderfully creative in wording, thanks for sharing

    • My Boy Ryngkhlem

      Thanks a lot, and you as well for the review ...dear Mek.

    • Neville



      Hey, I'm with Mr. Mek .. who sure knows a thing or two ... Neville

      • My Boy Ryngkhlem

        Without a doubt, hidden is all over...
        Wisdom is all for ... Dear Nev.



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