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The azure sky was created Out of the abundant love God had for the universe but, Your creation was made because Of especially special people. Your appearance prelude the Musak of hope and encroach The ambience of love. To subdue hate, love must be Learnt from the brivity of your Words. You are admirable epitome of beauty, A grooviest splendour of nature, You are as eloquent as the queen of England. Glittering pearls are worthless When you smile, Religiously, you look ok! Preciouse than a sapphire, Spectacular than a ruby, As tall in thinking as an iroko. I have not tested your love But I believe you learned how To love from the ants For deep in you eyes is light of Honesty A glance at you is healing to the Troubled mind. The statue of your curves is Monument to the world What can I say if the meadow Gossip of your name and the Bird chant of your goodwill? You are beautiful and facinating Hoping that you will heal my trouble Mind and guide my heart with Loving care as the calyx will always Do to the ring of her flower. |
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What beautiful thoughts could
Dyed thy soul so fresh and
Keep the memories of a distrusted
Friend so young? Do the heavens announce to The earth of her impending Rain? Or, Do anyone knows of the Rapture and when she Will come? No one is immune to Distrust. Or, Is anyone immunize for Unfaithfulness? Can a hen trust an occassion That the fox is the chairman? We are all imperfect imperatives in An imperial society. Expectants of perfection in both Worlds, here and there. |
The night is still young Like the sun has just set The night still mingle in Longivity. Our eyes fighting with our Fears Sceptical of another dawn Alas, another dawn. Transcribing into a full day Sadly, A dark day became the Anticipation of what the Pregnant virgin spent all Night in labour; panting Agony and anguish. A dark day, the result of The long awaited dawn. EvolEnim:The night is still young Like the sun has just set The night still mingle in Longivity. Our eyes fighting with our Fears Sceptical of another dawn Alas, another dawn. Transcribing into a full day Sadly, A dark day became the Anticipation of what the Pregnant virgin spent all Night in labour; panting Agony and anguish. A dark day, the result of The long awaited dawn. |
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