Hamza Kiani

hamzakiani

I'm the fire burning relentlessly deep down inside the heart of a ferocious lover, the sparkle of a star twinkling with the musky coyness imbibed in its profound depth, the tenderness of snowflake seduced by the gentle caress of fervid sunlight, the alluring intricacy of twilight galloping and trotting with utter delight, rainbow in the clouds of colorless skies yearning for the little sprinkle of vibrancy and radiancy not too bright, Yeah I know that I sound exorbitantly weird, but I'm an old school caged inside the overly modern and seemingly luxurious building

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The Loveliest daughter from the lands of divine
Oh! The shimmer of strikingly bright star, the whisper of whooshing winds leaving the lands of unknown, gliding through the unprecedented storms, piercing through the belly of darkness, heading towards the lands of utmost vibrancy and alluringly cathartic optimism in a hope of beautiful life, awaiting impatiently for the daughter beyond loveliest from the lands of unknown. The naivety of her character is such that the queen from the unknown lands seems to appear perplexed and worried for such fragile beauty, the purity of thoughts and originality are whose primary attributes, as she is completely aware of the unforeseeable storms and demonic creatures masked behind human flesh, eagerly waiting to pounce upon her and shred into tears the juvenile silhouette of the angelic daughter from the lands of unknown. The ancient tree standing still in the face of adversary and adversity since the era of Christ, and well-known for the conscientiousness of the thoughts and profoundness of the wisdom, also seems to whisper in the ears of his fellow trees as the this intricacy of delicacy, radiancy of vibrancy, the epitome of greatness will be going to embrace eternal darkness in a hope to find joyful bliss. Ah! What a great irony and saddest misery it would be to witness such a brutal crucifixion of the loveliest daughters from the lands of unknown in the lands of our known for its brutal storms. Ah! My heart aches and blood boils to fancy a hopeful soul in a hopeless body breathing her last in the lands of ours known for its inclination towards the feminine flesh, by crushing her feminine charm, leaving her astray for the years to come, to lament the moment she considered flying towards the lands of hopefulness and delusional charm

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by hamzakiani

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01 Jan, 2022