Ella Goodman

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Life blossoms and it's childhood years they say,
So mild and vulnerable little ones when they smile in gay.
Knowing no worries, crying aloud, faltering at first steps,
Holding on to the finger tips walking in shaky gait.
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I do not know why I love you,
The look in your eyes, or glow of your face,
That draws me to you..
I do not know why I love you! !
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If only dreams would have been mine,
Broken pieces turned whole again,
There beyond the yonder shores,
Once again you stood by thine...
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4.

Because I fancy the endless shore
Running good miles kissing the sky at times
Eternal beauty strike its face, glory defined
Moments dwell, there in her arms the pebbles
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The sun is down long past,
Now I walk in the dark,
I missed the sunset in the calm evening hour,
Missed the azure glory of the horizon afar.
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I have been defeated by your coldness,
‘Coldness' so strong and deep to numb all my senses.
Though at times I am overwhelmed in your thoughts,
That churn and make me restless,
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7.

O morning here thou come, bathed in white, magic begun
Divine light set on earth, beautifying the day’s full worth
Glorious Sun thou art the source, warmth and light in full compose
Merry filled air it scent, in Nature’s pure budding best
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Pleasant presence she could smell from afar
When soft breeze purred caressing the scars
It was a scent so very known
Fond remembrance of days strewn in gold
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An erieee night when spirits all walk alive
Attired in best while live they dress in fancied fest
Old and new blend in flamboyant zeal
And world unknown awake from their long dream.
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10.

I felt the breeze kiss me in an ideal mood
Unlifted embrace that braced my soul so full
Forbearance and calm melting the frosty rime
That shrouded my gaze from magnificent delight
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Aww I cried frightened by his sight,
My visitor number may be thirty five,
All night and day they pour in high,
From God knows where they just creep by.
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12.

It's strange but true,
Life you move on all through
Alone at your own pace.
Not caring who falls behind
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13.

I woke to the sounds of morning rain
Falling over my window pane.
Waking to the sounds of roaring clouds,
That shuddered all earth, trees in clout,
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You fill up my life, you fill up my day,
You fill up my life every way.
Like bunch of white lilies smiling in warm sunshine,
You fill up my world with your coy smiles.
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Tender bloom in swamp she grew,
Once tear drops rolled down her brow,
Strolling down His usual lane,
Lord He noticed the pearl drop in vain,
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Secretly she craved for abandoned bliss,
Dreams beyond her sight full glimpse,
Of eternal hours of sacred care,
Glory filled long lasting times, ,
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Sometimes I feel frozen as ice,
With no feel to make me laugh or cry.
Sometimes I feel so deadly lost
Within the closet of my guarded walls.
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Your place of worship may be not mine,
I feel his presence in my mind.
Incense, flowers, sandal paste,
All it feels a mere waste.
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Nevertheless, she cried,
Her eyes filled with innate love,
Her heart full of hope,
That some day she could freely uncurl.
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My eyes are not wet
When I see you go
The drops of soft dews
Are all my trove
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The Best Poem Of Ella Goodman

Childhood

Life blossoms and it's childhood years they say,
So mild and vulnerable little ones when they smile in gay.
Knowing no worries, crying aloud, faltering at first steps,
Holding on to the finger tips walking in shaky gait.

Ages of man dissected by years,
From childhood to boyhood,
Manhood to old age.
We all thus migrate through the stages,
Donning the hat named by years.
Though often till the last breath of life,
The child in us ever lingers.

But brethren we are, measured and weighed,
Living a life as terms dictate,
Of outward show and mechanised feel,
That the child in us we hate to reveal.

But what's the shame to tame the child,
Purge the soul in tendered smiles,
In heart of child they say God reside,
The innocence and mirth fill all with light
So nurture the child that peeps in within,
Celebrate the youth of soul evergreen.
Childhood can never be marked by years,
For ever on we are child at heart.

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