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On her lips

Posted on September 1, 2019 by

A bamboo pen writes On her lips shades of color appear An apple breaks sweetness I imagine love but never Experienced the feeling in A kiss planted on Her lips part and close A tulip in spring time revives A … Continue reading →

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Distance

Posted on March 15, 2019 by

A lonely A mathematician measures The distance Between him and her, hundreds Of ways except walking. March 15, 2019

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Her path

Posted on February 15, 2019 by

The moon sits Between two mountains Tonight Shy. It lights the path Her hands drew Her gaze takes To her pleasuring Beauty. I follow mesmerised Her trail blazing With desires And ideals of Youth. The moon sits Between two mountains … Continue reading →

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They say

Posted on February 4, 2019 by

When the sky Flies all the way To the other side Of the world To shelter you From my gaze That tells you A profound force In this world Unkindly looks upon The love I have For you An opposition … Continue reading →

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Sunny snow

Posted on January 23, 2019 by

I have never known the snow To be so warming Until I met you Until I felt you The touch of your skin Left me burning And yearning To be burnt again By your beautiful snow spreading The length And … Continue reading →

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Eyes

Posted on June 12, 2018 by

Eyes – There are good eyes There are evil eyes There are eyes that look but never see There are eyes that see so deep They cut the skin and break the masks We wear There are questioning eyes And … Continue reading →

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Classical … typical

Posted on June 8, 2018 by

At the door she stood Half naked the light went through Her see through open robe Half open to be accurate Occurred to me as I was Half listening to her stream Of words, a self held Conversation. How typical … Continue reading →

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