The wind is ticklish as long as it is a breeze
The clouds are fluffy before the rains weigh them down
The soft rain drenches the soul before turning to a thunderstorm
The blooms are tender before the sun dries them out
...
It all began as a lump in her throat,
a lovesickness.
a sense of wrong,
a sudden longing,
...
We learn to listen to melody,
to detect it and distinguish it,
to isolate it and delimit it,
to exert it and tolerate it,
...
Nostalgia fills up my senses
as I once again after years cross the bridge!
The nearby mountains seem to have been in the waiting
...
On the sand blown shore I eagerly wait
with folded hands challenging my fate
for my sailor who went by that grave day
into the roaring sea far far away.
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I found the emeralds I searched for
in the depths of your green green eyes
And in it I saw reflected
the movement of love's magical tides.
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As she glanced through the old family album,
one picture showed her youth is all but over!
She wanted to rip and tear it apart
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Warmth of the scarlet sun not so far away
holds my very being on this lovely day.
As today you are gone sweeping through my life
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We both sit by the window gazing out
at the smiling moon each day as she shines
through a night of endless possibilities.
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I love the oceans more than the shores
I love the mountains more than the roads
I love the temples where prayers are heard
I love the bridges where faith is served
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