ZION OF THE DOWNHEARTED

My Boy Ryngkhlem


She allowed she's lonely when it's ours, that she noway had a making a day.
How long! But us hoped. She peeked on stoical- Those who stood by who see blindly and shall have made desolates. Are we?
For then though all manner of kindred spirits would come to light
Had this known- 'The makeover of flame mind and heart.' From also eyes meant and heart'll seek to call 'Zion of the downhearted.'
The day after is just; Proper to know that I had the forty winks,
Do not indeed devoid the magical
Indeed all over the hills- On recovering and cherishing unbroken
This is to a dwelling place, merely the soul lifted and ever will be but how the same discerned fulfilment by already.

  • Author: My Boy Ryngkhlem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 6th, 2023 04:41
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Comments1

  • arqios

    Intriguing title, a pleasant lyrical flow of the verses. A true delight to read.

    • My Boy Ryngkhlem

      I appreciate the unexpected comment.
      Thank you very much.



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