Tonight I would turn to the seas
I would drive for hours to reach them
To just breath in her salts
I would lay suspended somewhere
Between surface and bottom
Enveloped and held by the waters
Taken aback by the blues and greens
Caressed with no abandon by acres of dulse and kelp
Ride along the undertow to forgotten cities
Tonight I would turn to the seas

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The small roads
Is constricted
I can't reach at your home at all
Can't accelerate my desire newly

Walking out of mind
In another way,
Lost Address
After passing such a long days
Can't remember anything
All those demands of time

How else is a way to get lost in transit
Forget the way back home
But what is there left to be
Without the knowledge of my mind
 
Day by day Sounds seem like a fairy tale
Get lost on the road to losing forever
You do not come anymore
Can't call in my old name

However, yet I smell your hair gets wet
See the flowers to be born again
Anywhere in Another spring
Again I dream with this nature

All I know is wrong
But what happened at the time, causes
Love lives between forehead wrinkle lines
Exists as a single grain of winter dew on the grass
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

She's key to the prison isolating my heart.
She's purest of joy one can ever know, 
Angels dance at the edges of her heart, allergic to lies honesty is her pride.
Suffocated by ropes of sorrows, she untied them and climb to lands of jubilation.

Her smile awakens the smell of roses,
Clearing the fog of uncertainty.
A treasure worth forfeiting life for.
Enticing,alluring, comely, serene and mesmeric lady.

She's a lover, the light in the dark, a kind gentle heart sordid hands cannot reach.
The mind floods with memories shared —the heart, dried by old tears
and scarred by past lovers,
yearns again for her touch.

The rocking chair
  a paradise for termites
  front porch pictures portraying
   love are nebulous within her eyes
    she busks in the moment
    the delightful smell
    of the effloresecent
    garden being the front-row
   sit to memories of young
  lovers, a vistage of ecstacy
lost with time

  Frazzled by years of affairs
   She still yearns for that
   kiss that cares not for
   time and space that
   leaves a mark of falicity
  on her visage.
a birth mark for when love is
born as lady nature sings her songs