princess irene Namajja Poems

It's in the promises of every whisper
In the eye of every hopeful glimpse
In the scent of all roses
In the blossoming gaze of every flower
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Burning red hot
Towards calming dusk
Running beside me
Following my every gaze
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It's a whisper from the chest
An utterance across my lips
It's a little caressing across my throat
Its life filled amazement into my eyes
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T' resembled the calling of charisma
In the sound of a million winds;
That sound of rest assured convince
Sound of September dawn and august dusk
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Like an ignition in the clench of chill
And the smirk on an infant's sulky face
Like a sigh at a failing tempest
I'm resting out my best
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In the silence of world
Right there in the heart of dark
I rose, picked paper and pen
In the confines of walls to this room
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Where are they gone to
When they claim to still be
The laughter and smiles
The talks and whispers
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I saw hope
The one of tender age
Yet on her own
Seeking a soul,
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Let's have a world red moon's day
Just to sense the wild of red
A feel of a trillion reds pressed together
The deep, the scarlet and the crimson reds
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I threw them in
Their run and their shine
To host my win
I lost my adoration
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