when the golden dusts yet etching by the faith of trust
from somewhere within yet spilling into the milieu
as I feel yet fateful in deep ecstasy of nights
and I love the images of love when being refluxed
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And the river flows
the heart is yet unequalled by the blood
To delve deeper as when assuaged
As revered by the bliss when blazed
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and then there we see spectrum of white,
and still vibgyor hides in guise to behold,
are we not seven by wave of length beyond?
as rungs illusive spins through scarlet wine.
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let the humanity rejoices with love and and peace,
as every speckles of red in heart resonate to flow
each soul divine decries distinctions of religion
yet mortal journey never serenades songs of war.
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twilight returns empty-handed lone
sky is still teemed in blue to hover
rainbow whispers in colors to behold
heart saunters to follow dulcet path.
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Mists sigh of silence falling upon rosy fragrance
Heart sates in the vale of beauty yet unveiled
By love of dawn promise entices to brim
Joy saunters into meandering eyes to reverberate.
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instinct inflames to pursue pronoun
to defines love time tolls to accord
myth of love reels through mystery
dream turns to twiddle in Autumn winds.
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Playful night sings fairy tales of red stained rose
for soul to seek warmth to flesh out from boned fusion
as moment to sip breath of night`s kisses yet to gloss
for heart to weave fill of blue in vacuum suave.
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as we are never alone
lonesome either
embarking upon our waves
the pretext of time.
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