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The Killing Mind
The killing Mind
The wandering thoughts
like any nightmare,
Is shaking the peace
Without any fear,
Of my brave Son.
The coming thought
Without any season,
Is Falling the leaves
of strength,
Of my little Son.
The letter of departure
Is present ,
but without any presence
in the dark room ,
Of the blind mind.
Of my hopeful Son.
The smile of my Son
Is now like any puzzle,
I wanna solve
but without the word very soon,
My Son.
For the Control of killing Mind
We should really mind.
© Aqee🥰🥰🥰
The wandering thoughts
like any nightmare,
Is shaking the peace
Without any fear,
Of my brave Son.
The coming thought
Without any season,
Is Falling the leaves
of strength,
Of my little Son.
The letter of departure
Is present ,
but without any presence
in the dark room ,
Of the blind mind.
Of my hopeful Son.
The smile of my Son
Is now like any puzzle,
I wanna solve
but without the word very soon,
My Son.
For the Control of killing Mind
We should really mind.
© Aqee🥰🥰🥰
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