Deep ocean of Love by French Tries

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Deep ocean of Love

Love encircles so much my nest
That I cannot really escape
From here and there: always its shape.

Vision of a golden prison
Lack of air, loss of reason.
Everywhere. Love as a poison.

Where should I go to breathe again,
To feel freed from this burden?

No real option to be chosen.

I am in a deep ocean of Love.

French Tries

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Ashraful Musaddeq (9/4/2008 4:17:00 PM)
'I am in a deep ocean of Love.' this concluding line is beckoning. Beautiful.

Jonathan ROBIN (5/24/2008 4:15:00 AM)
'Where should I go to breathe again,
To feel freed from this burden? '

Go with the flow that to your harmony
may cue, clue offer so life’s symphony
discards discordance, tunes to hope’s runes which
true scope reveal, feel waft, weave, interstitch
as pattern’s reel’s revealed, concordancy
with intuition’s wellspring really rich.

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