When the curves on the scarf of coral reef being portrayed
and I do in imminence remember in my dream assiduously
those pale faces- wistful, forlorn and muttered in oblivion.
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love of tears resounds in vale
tears of love redounds to rain
songs of cuckoo sates to green
passion when jingles by Florence
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as I smack of a feeling
touching the sky high as deep
pierced through the plume impinged
to harvest the moon! in me and beyond.
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The fairy tales are cowed
when fallen from the crowd
mucked upon the milieu of hunger
as if their gods are deaf and deaden either.
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It is the rain by the evening hours
Shower when rocks up the walks
I lie lonely amidst the chilled snow
yet delicate scent riddles the crowd
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oh what a idyll when flows by the heart
bright sun shine when touches the tuft
warmth still expands into the whole being
rhythm innate swaddles across the cornfield
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as love seems to be dazzled
by the light of the soul as divine
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as time moves on by the hours
we are all in between the milestones
the love of matrix by the dichotomy
birth and death when destined as ordained
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yet to know your pangs of sorrow
as when shadowed by the clouds
pain when intense as when inhered
though love is there by the right
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love when flows by the heart,
soul seems to redeem by the faith
as when croons by admiration in allegiance
resurgence of joy rebounds in velvet
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