The Empty
Wore it in the World’s eyes,
No Government cleany limb.
There many as brilliant aye,
Trod with a lighter lines.
Oh! The empty Lies.

The Empty,-
Have it, find the flown away?
Edge, edges Will they build.
No perfection, that flows way.
Upon their clamorous keel.
Oh! The empty kneel.

The Empty-
Always we’d ‘ve the new companion,
And meet the old that fix thee eye.
When they have mounted up,
This sedentary trade, and dreamt.
Oh! The Empty ween.

The Empty-
Now shall they govern the empty.
Till it’s broken by
Or Dull decrepitude,
That made a catch in the breath-
Oh! Empty recess.

by- YaoThing Lunghar

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