Mixture of emotions

The veil willst be thine shieldst,
Then the riddle said, veil all here is,
Then the-veil all there is, well, heather
However, all such is what, and then
Veil, veil, and the-veil, all here there.

Then Verily comes to her,
How tiredness art thou to the air?
She thought, what fast it holds,
Bestow, for the world, sighs its histories.

Then she comes, saying like,
I was tired, and I sighed,
But here I am.

But the cherry bliss,
Blossoming all therein stars,
Then let wish to real.

Then all-looking up,
Saying like, is it those real?
Broken pieces anew

Well, heather, it is,
Well, the song encourages bird,
To calm down the lone.

Then Victory comes to see Thirsty-Sword,
How long won’t you open your eyes?
For I have not drawn you out to slaughter,
Bloodbath, all is death, but I have not drawn you,
Because I am Victory so bear with me,
Thirsty-Sword, hither, well,
So keep dreaming of me holding you.

Indeed, I only know you when I see you,
But I don’t know when I don’t see you.
I know you because I saw all your actions,
But I don’t know another side of you,
Because I never saw all others of your actions.

Then the harvest of heart shall feed you its fruit and vegetables.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Published by This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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