Yashim George Poems

Passionately pleasing pass every second the sprees of a patterned Princess. Prince says hello Princess. Hello, one called Peace. Don't praise passion partly. But passionately to please your God.
Panting praises as perfect pleasing pieces of praises particularly parts through Jordan to peacefully lead you to promised places. Ponder O my Princess in calm paces with your pupil to pick perfectly the beauty before you in perfection. In His passionate praises He sits at the pinnacle of perfection and braces. Then He sighs. O perfectly porttered Princess powdered in purpose and peace, praise Him, praise with your pleasing paces for His plans have long before purchased you and pricely paid. He puts you in perfect places long before now promised. Prince prays his pen to mail this parcel to perfect places, the place of peace.
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Far see, farther sea. Farther the hem of the big blue sea. Come with me so we could walk on the sea and farther see the doors of the world across the sea. A country I see. In habited by folks like me. Farther, across the deep blue sea. Count few more paces and come to the beautiful places. There, some wear pink laces and bright faces. Look they are casting their gaze to the chrome of the star night sea. Bet you will everlastingly see the one who's been named from the Letter 'C'. Shut your dreamy eyes to the starry sea. See, beauty and grace are the waters of the sea. Travel.
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So how do you find a lady fair, one mate that is so dear?
Where do you go to purchase a gem of no price the wealth of the world could not afford?
Tell me where this flower so rare of all your dreams and visions stare
A land flood by the love tales of a great lord, to marry your heart and hers with a strong cord
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Twilight besetting
The angel its dreaming
Lost be the morning
The night that was shining
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I happened in a great choir
A great host were before the alter
Many others accompanied with instruments and lyre
The notes rise with every gaze of the holy Pater
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A kiss is a hellish exchange
That tastes like heaven
When I kiss only her it feels
Like the burning lake
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There was a smog atmosphere of pearls dangling airily with emotions
Condensing arid bliss into balloons compressed of volatile inclinations
And I swear she is trapped in devotion.
It's a felt conversation and everything is set in motion, she is devoted to us.
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"I Could say I found myself dreaming of You? "
A whispering she heard said the meadow lady as she stared through the window of her soul
Her gigantic self unraveling the voice she heard,
Starred longer and yonder taken stars twinkle in her mind and whisper through the window to lady
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At the threshold of heaven's gate,
Adorn shall the Angels on thee set
A tiara of sapphire, necklace, and staff of ruby and gold
The glimpse the stars have long ago foretold
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Whispers from the great beyond,
Unlock mankind's feeble thinking
And
Deliver hell-bent focus by a revelation stars dreamt
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