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 Feb 2015
starbucks
Colors are gift by almighty
The precious gift given prudently

          seems so pretty to me

Black presents color of night
Darkend and unique you can hide from sight.

        Seems so pretty to me

Purple is the finest color from kit
As flowers wear this as its perfect fits.

        Seems so pretty to me

Pink is color for baby girls
As they match there cute and lovely curls.

       Seems so pretty to me

Green is color of grasslands bright
A color which strengthens the eye sight.

      Seems so pretty to me

Autumn brings brown and red along.
Covering the ground with leaves long.

      Seems so pretty to me

Birds are also the instance of colors lively
Carrying twice or thrice shade collectively

         Seems so pretty to me

Inside the sea ,fish and creatures muatully
Swimming with hundred colors benevolently

      Seems so pretty to me

Gratitude to allah for the eye
To see a domed rainbow extending in the sky

      Seems so pretty to me

Thank you creator for this gift
Beauty that inspires heart to uplift

      Seems so pretty to me....
Written with a lots of efforts..
 Feb 2015
Adrianna Aarons
I wish you'd develop and addiction to me
in the same way you're addicted
to your menthols.
 Feb 2015
Nathan Cross
She's smiling, but she's hiding.
Every girl is like the moon,
Parts are almost always hidden.
I learn those parts first,
and just watch the rest.

**-N.C.
He takes me by the hand
And he kisses my red lips
He says
'Baby, you're mine you're mine you're mine'
And I look him in his green eyes,
I let the ash from my cigarette fall
And I tell him
'No baby, I am mine, I am mine, I am mine'
 Feb 2015
Urmila
Take me in, take me in, sea
One with you, let me be
The loud silence we share is a sign,
I'm a wave, the shore isn't mine
 Feb 2015
Carolin
He licks the poetry
off her lips between
each and every kiss.
He reads the words
on her skin with his
fingertips just like the
blind read their words
in braille* ~
The sun rises from the east
It goes down to the west
The moon rises from the east
It goes down to the west

They do this repeatedly
They chase each other in circles
Every day, every night
The same, never-ending cycles

Never reaching each other
Never knowing how one feels
Hot and cold
Soft and steel

But it's a sacrifice
For the common good
Just like you and me
You are the sun and I am the moon
Knowing that it's for the best makes it even more painful.
 Jan 2015
Kerli Tulva
It´s always we say
That we have lack
Of Time
But Time never has
Lack of anything
It flows in a continuous line
Not even knowing
That somebody
Will say to others
I do not have time
You can not acquire Time
As Time acquires us.
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