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'I'm in love'. Says she.

'I lost all traces of time,
and all my days are the same.
...

Round your name an aura dwells
something that contains the YOU,

A face with beauty, with peace that fills
...

A jasmine tree called my silence.
With a scent-full voice,
it cried:
“Write your love down!
...

I breathe you, I see you
And at the very moment of you
I, be you.
...

Well, one day I’m gonna find you,
Someday … you’ll come my way
Or I may do; we’ll bump into each other.
...

I dreamt once of the soul,
of my sweetest visions of all.

The girl whose name is won,
...

All Of thou 2.
------

I find lots of them, but none of you.
...

Apart with you,
a whole year through
did the flame
go away?
...

- Inquiry:

Himself: why don't you let others read your writings?
...

Just once... Of me
...

Be aware of what thou mean,
and try to get me right.
Unlike thee, all that is seen,
an awesome pleasure for one's sight.
...

Then again I stare,
Through the finite circles of thy eyes
And just upon the last one,
A simple most wondrous star appears
...

14.

What else should I write of you?
For, you see,
all the structures seem useless.
All the remembrances are vain.
...

15.

Why do humans betray?

Why do we cheat?
...

What once was the dream,
in & out of a fabulous realm.

Serene & free so close to see,
...

Once I Perish …

Away from matters
all that clings to me,
...

A giggle, a smile, a short red hair,
and a face of serenity;
through nature, time & age.
...

I'll pray,
to the One
who created this vast
and spacious universe.
...

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A Girl In Love

'I'm in love'. Says she.

'I lost all traces of time,
and all my days are the same.
Though, are not, with him'.

She feels joyful,
out of reach,
Alive.

She asks me:
'why is it so?
Everything is the same,
nothing has changed,

Why is it all alive?
all my moments are intense,
full of beauty and luck.

What had happened to me?
that made me,
lucid to all.

What did I do?
to be blessed,
with such graces!
with such hope!

Everything is fine,
and I ask no more.

Where does it all come from?
is it this warmness?
so close to heart.

That I'm ageless now,
and feminine.'

'And you know what? ' Says she,
'I'm alive.
as never been before.
… But why? '

I think to myself,
speechless outside,
what to say?
to answer her.

For she told herself,
with her questions,
all the answers,
a human can ever give.

Speechless I'm still,
I bid her goodbye,
then, all alone,
I recall her eyes,
and answer: 'LOVE'.

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