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  Slower does it goes, tweaking with a peck, Moving up forward, as if searching for a path, More and more it feels the hollow as it seems, Peck peck love for the rhythm. The tighter is the bang the faster is the slog; Colder the air, the easy does it seem, I'm looking for rhythm. peck peck get so hurt as the rind gets too tougher But it's not that hurt... as much it gets content... Woods shall fall down one day! *1  rind - strip the bark from (a tree)   *2 tweak - improve   *3 peck - sound of woodpecker pecking wood   *4 slog - hit hard .    "I'm looking for rhythm." means:   The woodpecker finds satisfaction pecking the woods (and finding prey insect).      "Woods shall fall down one day." means:   maybe the woodpecker or at least someone who sees it thinks the woods shall fall with the next peck . Theme :  A woodpecker pecking wood. Significance of Title:  A bunch of small activities constitutes a big picture....

"Being alive, aging design, Breeding awhile and leaving a died. In them, leading strife- to inspect his life, exploring his fact, to get him again. Having goodness around, Keeping moving away, he is- Yelling within and Calming away. He lives in his world of angels and sky. To shoot out an orb- which is heading for him. As when pure is impure  And pride is a shame, ease makes a strife And harsh is a boon. He lives like a boon, Giving a smile, Venting his tooth, And making no tone." ........................... Thank you for reading, Happy Thanksgiving!

 Left in their slumber to cut down your hunger  for my little in umber who's sniffing in wonder. Drawing in aria and Caressing kinfolk you're sleeping in hunger I know you, the wonder. I'm watching your peaceful sleep Keeping your leisure time where are you now Mom is searching for you, baby... I left you in human safe Inhuman as they keep how are you now Mom is searching for you, baby... I listen to your gurgle with the order that heals me, as you hold on to my paw. with your tiny Lil paw. Where are you now baby, how are you now baby, I'm searching for you... Till I find you pronto. *1   Lil - little   *2  pronto - quickly     *3  slumber - sleep     *4  umber - brown pickment .    " Drawing in aria and ." means:   It just means inhaling air.  Theme :  Mother dog is searching for her puppies which she left near a human residence. Significance of Title:    Human beings cons...

Pedaling bicycle, Sewing her fabric, Building her grain of rice, There lived a floret. Smiling at hardships, Keeping her chattel, Riding she delivers her goods, Like a daughter. Prompting with good hope, Reminding 'keep smiling', She lived like a chorus, from someone's hard game. *1   chattel - belongings   *2  chorus - repeated work.    "She lived like a chorus, from someone's hard game." means:   someone here refers to the ultimate god or creator. Not to be confused with gender dominance and subjugation.  Theme :  Someone in their chorus. Significance of Title:   The author is not aware of the existence of this person in the picture but aware of her chores.    In brief : There lived a daughter doing her chorus and reflecting other's happiness.                                                 ...

Pious as a grain of ash gorgeous as a lotus leaf  sweet as a grain of rice charm as your song. His patience has no bound Knowledge beyond your thought Love so pious in air Loyal as a servant His justice has no snag with songs of love and care. Love that serves who deserves that go with a lack of bias. The legislature, sheriff, and army unparalleled to perceptions; he rules with ease to guide and track. with an everlasting glow. To the stranger to the closer and closer to the stranger. To the darkness at hand and the lining faraway Take my paean to the creator of wonder, the rife that survive and compassionate. * 1  pious - pure   * 2  snag - obstacle/ unexpected hurdle   * 3  paean  - a song of praise *4  rife  - full of / omnipresent   *5  legislator - law maker.      Theme :  praise to the creator of life. Significance of Title:  One who has seen the creator of life has no words to describe ...

Drifting elsewhere, free from core, agitated to find the shore, I wail in fury clasping oar, shutting eyes and bawling more. The birth of history sprouts with it. little fingers fill out knit, tiny claws buds adagio lit, and framework extends wide and bright. It dates too soon as mane loose tone, staring straight at rhymes he has sewn, on the life, he saw and foresee clone- for the lives to be born. for the acne worn and agony faced, for the joy that passed and coy since aged, he lives in marked for the acnes: Acnes of life that turned him right. * 1  core - (in context)mother's womb   * 2  agitated - feeling/appealing troubled or nervous   * 3 shore  - a piece of land *4  clasp- grasp tightly with one hand    *5 wail  - prolonged high pitched cry   *6  oar - a pole with a flat blade.    *7  bawl - .shout/call out noisily *8  sprout  - put out shoots/grow   *9  adagio - slowly...