Ernest Hazvi Maengamhuru Biography

Where the wise men gather my heart longs to tread too,
they trace the faint voices rather cold. They evoke memories of old with much eloquence like the lone falcon’s hunt for prey. In it, they live my dream, and veil my inadequacies.

Where the wise men gather they breathe the most refined chant
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It was a bleak awakening for me when I saw its rays;
the thought that caught me off-guard then i lost hold of the whole picture;
when I perceived the look of silence in your eyes;
a look that warned me of a thousand impossibilities in tincture.
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I should have allowed us to take a tango
But I harkened to the precept
And I hold this vow- of significant value
…but now you say goodbye.
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I and Lenore met.
We met…by fate or chance…but we met.
That was not the last bus home
but I had much ado that awaited me ahead
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Like we began at first,
you severed my wings when i was about to fly
and you pained me, as if you never erred.
When this life takes the gradual twirl,
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