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Leeza Bird Poems
Is it passion, is it fate? or an obsession that wont abate? Life fulfilled with a thorny tree Would we impale self to the thorn sharpest?
Spring Sunshine Waited
Oh dear Spring! I hear your tender walking crossing over the hills Your harmony songs wake up the shining green Where the birds joyously tweeting
I think I started loving your feet From that moment you stepped in the train that I was in Your feet made a step for a journey of thousand miles to begin Sometimes we dont really know the destination we come with our own walk....
The winter's cold still lingered within But the sunlight's soon shining brightly What's there with your eyes restrained? To go on to love or not to love?
Here I am alone again in the middle night hearing tons of thoughts yet come with no sense
Always your sweet fragrant brings me a moment of peace, pursuing inner cultivation, delicated, self contained, and sweet.
Comments about Leeza Bird
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Is it passion, is it fate?
or an obsession that wont abate?
Life fulfilled with a thorny tree
Would we impale self to the thorn sharpest?
Should we come with emotions and desires?
Should we give up because of struggles and conflicts?
Would we gain upon the pain?
Would we let the fear defeat?
Life is just once we can live
are we living or we just dying?
Pay our life to the lark out-sing?
or let love be unattainable?
We noticed forever we waited
For this moment we dont dare to join
We long for that greatest beauty