O love don’t be so proud
Come down from the cloud
Waiting you with open arms
Missing your warm palms
...
You are
You are like breeze
In the scorching heat
Whose gracious presence
...
The distances brings
The hearts closer
Strange memories
Make us weep
...
My heart bleeds
But face smiles
The tears tore eyes
But for a while
...
Victim of torture
At length are exploited
By the masters benighted
In each and every field
...
The pretty models learn their gait
And take steps like a cat
The dancers learn how to spin
Turn and twist their waist
...
The glittering eyes of my children
The waiting arms of my wife
The happy strides of my son
The innocent twigs of my life
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POET
Poet and moon are very near
Only have momentary glow
...
Always click on rightcommand
Fulfill my only demand
Never show me cold shoulder
...
the moment when
you saw me in dejection
and asked me, why
are you so sad?
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