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Showing posts from August, 2023

Krom Neak Broyuth

In the land of the rising sun, Where warriors rise with the dawn, Legends of honor and courage spun, In the heart of Japan, they are born. From ancient samurai to modern day, The spirit of the fighter lives on, With blades sharp and minds in play, They fight for glory, until the battle is won. Their discipline and strength renowned, Their skills honed through sweat and tears, In the dojo, they stand firm and sound, Ready to face their deepest fears. With a code of honor, they abide, Respecting their foes, with every blow, Their spirit cannot be denied, As they face each challenge, high and low. In the land of the rising sun, The them of fighters very famous, Their legacy forever spun, In the hearts of those who aim to be courageous. So raise your swords and stand tall, Embrace the warrior within, For in Japan, the fighters call, To rise above, to fight, to win. [id] 01;| 02;| 03;https://bigf.b

Vityea Laiy Pdern Sne

In the hallowed halls of academia, Where minds collide and hearts entwine, Love blossoms like wildflowers in spring, Amidst the chaos of lectures and deadlines. In the coffee shop, over textbooks and lattes, Eyes meet and hearts skip a beat, Whispers of affection in crowded hallways, Secret rendezvous beneath the ancient oak tree. The air is charged with youthful passion, As students navigate the maze of emotions, Exploring love's depths and heights, In the crucible of the college era. Here, love is both a lesson and a test, A journey of self-discovery and growth, Boundless and untamed, like the open sky, In this fleeting moment of youth's sweet embrace. So let us celebrate love in all its forms, In the halls of higher learning and beyond, For love knows no boundaries or constraints, It is the truest essence of our humanity. [id] 01;| 02;| 03;

Nak Chombang Vinhean Mekhea

In the realm of the ring, where fighters clash with might, The king emerges, a master of the fight. With magic in his veins, he wields his power bold, A force to be reckoned with, a tale untold. His every move a dance, a symphony of grace, His opponents quiver, in awe of his embrace. The crowd gasps in wonder, as he casts his spell, A warrior born to conquer, in this battleground of hell. His eyes ablaze with fire, a spirit fierce and wild, He commands the elements, like a god exiled. Thunder roars, lightning strikes, the earth trembles in fear, The king of fighters reigns, his victory clear. Through battles won and lost, he stands tall and proud, A legend in the making, his name sung loud. For in this world of magic, where strength meets skill, The king of fighters rises, his destiny fulfilled. So raise your voices high, in praise of the king, A champion unmatched, in every offering. For in the ring of glory, where dreams take flight, The king of fighters shines, a beacon of light.

Preah Neang Kleng Klay

In the kingdom of shadows and deceit, There reigns a fake queen, a master of conceit. Her crown of lies sparkles in the dim light, A facade of beauty, a guise so tight. She rules with a cruel and twisted hand, Her subjects cower, afraid to stand. Her throne is built on a foundation of mistrust, Her power derived from greed and lust. But beneath her glamorous veneer, Lies a heart that's cold and insincere. She wears a mask of false grace, Hiding her true self, a twisted face. The fake queen's reign will not endure, For truth and justice are always pure. Her kingdom of lies will crumble and fall, Leaving behind nothing at all. So let us stand against her facade, Expose her lies, her treachery flawed. For in the end, it is the real that will prevail, And the fake queen's reign will surely fail. [id] 01;| 02;| 03;| 04;

Bamnol Sne Anteak Chivit

In the vast expanse of life and love, There lies a hook that draws us in, A mysterious force that pulls us close, Guiding us through the twists and turns. It dangles before us, a tantalizing lure, Inviting us to take a chance, To cast our hearts into the depths, And see what treasures we may find. Sometimes the hook is gentle, A soft touch that tugs at our souls, Leading us towards moments of joy, And tender connections that warm our hearts. But other times, the hook is strong, A fierce pull that tests our resolve, Challenging us to navigate the stormy seas, And brave the depths of our own emotions. Yet no matter the strength of the hook, Or the challenges it may bring, It is a constant reminder, That life and love are intertwined. So we embrace the hook, With all its highs and lows, Knowing that it is the thread that binds us, And guides us on our journey of growth. [id] 01;| 02;| 03;https://

Metob Aky Chlong Phob

In the realm of flame, a king does soar High above the scorching floor With wings of fire, he takes flight A majestic sight, burning bright The sky is his kingdom, vast and wide His fiery breath, a fierce tide The king of fire, he rules on high A blazing ruler in the sky His power untamed, his spirit free No boundaries for him to see In every flicker, every flame The king of fire stakes his claim A sovereign of the inferno's might In the dark of night, a guiding light His throne the heavens, his crown the sun The king of fire, forever one So let him fly, let him soar The king of fire, forevermore In the endless expanse of the fiery sky He reigns supreme, the king can fly [id] 01;| 02;| 03;| 04;| 05;| 06;| 07;

Komphaeng Snaeh Doung Chan

In the quiet stillness of a summer night Love stood tall and strong, a mighty height But as the winds of change began to blow The foundation trembled, starting to let go Slowly, imperceptibly at first Cracks appeared, the cracks of trust Each fissure widening with doubt and fear Until the chasm of distance became clear Words once sweet turned bitter and cold Promises shattered, stories untold The great fall of love was swift and fierce Leaving behind a void, an emptiness so fierce But amidst the rubble and the debris Hope lingered, a flickering light to see That from the ashes of this great fall A new love could rise, standing strong and tall For in the wreckage of what once was Lies the opportunity to rebuild trust To learn from the mistakes, to grow and evolve And to find a love that's truly free to resolve So let the great fall of love be a lesson learned A journey of healing, of bridges burned For in the end, love will always find a way To rise again, in a brighter, more beauti

Trolop Tov 10Chhnam Mun

Look at ten years back, a journey through time, A tapestry woven with memories sublime. The laughter, the tears, the moments we shared, In the recesses of our minds, they're all paired. The days that seemed endless, the nights full of wonder, We danced in the rain and watched the stars under. The dreams we once harbored, now distant and old, Yet in our hearts, their stories are still told. The faces we've loved, the ones we've let go, Their echoes still linger, in the winds that blow. The places we've been, the paths we have trod, Each step a reminder of the hand of God. Look at ten years back, with eyes full of grace, For every scar and every trace, Of the person we were, the person we've become, In the tapestry of life, we're forever undone. So cherish the moments, both joyous and stark, For time is a vessel, sailing through the dark. Look at ten years back, and hold on to the past, For in its embrace, our true selves are cast. [id] 01;

Akea Khum Proleong

In the heart of the city, a towering evil stands A building of darkness, where no light can penetrate Its walls are adorned with the echoes of lost souls The whispers of the departed, haunting the halls Each brick laid with malice, each window a portal to despair It looms over the streets, a shadow of death Claiming all who dare to enter its cursed domain A mausoleum for the living, a tomb for the dead Within its depths, the spirits of the past reside Their anguished cries reverberating through the corridors A symphony of sorrow, a chorus of the damned Their presence a constant reminder of the building's malevolent power No one knows who built this monstrous structure Or why it exists to consume all who come near But its influence is undeniable, its grasp unyielding A monument to darkness, a testament to fear So beware, oh wanderer, of the evil building's gaze For once it has you in its sights, there is no escape It will swallow you whole, devour your soul And add your name to