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There is a truly magical valley
Up to the north part of the Lakes District
As you pass through
Each side seems to have individual mountains
As the sun filters and dazzles
With swirling mists
That move around in ghostly fashion
Perhaps we could call it
The  valley of a thousand Hills
Keith  Wilson.  Windermere. UK  2017.
Chasing a rainbow
Ever dancing in puddles
Daylight is misting

4/23/2017
The sound that broke the silence
around us..
and there we were making love
while I compose a poem of passion
using your strokes as my guide
capturing the moment of my creativity

I am consumed with guilt:
By not having an ******
Therefore as you know my poem is undone ...
I need that 70 ways to please my lover
Earth's natural beauty
faded away somewhere
Manmade creativity
took houses on great heights
but took away the charm of green
Someday,
I’ll be sitting just before the shore
Watching the sky fading to blue
And all I can hear is the waves from the ocean
Maybe someday I’ll be there with you
Holding my hand and watch as the waves takes the sorrow away
Capturing smiles in my lips and stars in my eyes
Someday I’ll be there maybe alone
Enjoying my life and realizing it’s beauty
I’ll be calm and all will be
I’ll stay as long as it will
And I’ll hear the birds chirping , wind blowing, trees swaying
Just before I close my eyes
And maybe I’ll be there feeling as the wind carries my emotions
Witnessing the day changing into a magical night sky
I’ll be staring at it pointing my stars, counting them one by one
I’ll be cold and full but nothing’s going to stop me
I’d be happy and sad and no one can hold me back and for that moment
I’M LIVING FREE.
It's a heart on world with my sleeve steadily exposed
A life line on a call line, dial 888 to be controlled
Puppets on a string to compose this household
The happier we'll be the more we're enclosed

       Smaller spaces to lengthen the gap
       Encircling our inner self control
       Consuming what's left of the demons
       Trying to get a refund on our soul
      
Love changes colors like a rhyme
Smooth and easy
Eyes like the darkness of time
Slow and steady

Yet we're still not ready for the fight
Insanity walks through the door
And just when the time is right
Our beliefs slowly melt into the floor
Every day
At cafe
How kind is your heart
I wish I could plant a Jasmine in your heart

هر روز
در کافه
قلب شما چقدر مهربان است
کاش می توانستم گل یاسمن را در
قلب شما بکارم
I hadn't seen any kind man like you
Mr.Yar Ali Pourmoghadam
He was such a kind old man :-)
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