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  Mar 2015 Dawn King
Jamie King
Matrimonial stars in aisles of Auroral rainbows. Mizzling rays of twilights, arraying bays with skylines of lucent waves.
  
A plethora of scarlet roses reposed in florid clouds. Ashore the Giddy ocean in a gentle motion, caressing Mali garnets, mirroring effulgent lights, kissing the mountaintops before refulgent nights.
lost in moments of bliss thinking There is beauty all around us earth is beautiful life is beautiful you're beautiful
  Mar 2015 Dawn King
Jamie King
The Strength of The female carrying a nation in her womb, leaders, criminal master minds and you.

Feeding clans, communities and villages, nurturing earth. Sheltering the youth, in storms of the future ahead, wiping your tears strengthening your heart again.

She is always there and has The Hands of warmth, holding you tight to lands of joy
Women are the pivots of our nations the true meaning of love the one true home within our hearts
Dawn King Mar 2015
i feel you
bound to you like no other
i carry you around
attempt to shed you

as you are problematic

yet i remain emphatic

i feel you
feel your dormant heart
sense your fear
rage and desire

i’m not here
to be cute
make warm and fuzzies
dote on a man
or make cherry pies

i can’t be kept
or wed or bought with a prize

i’m here to wake you up inside
  Mar 2015 Dawn King
Jamie King
Flummoxed,
In labyrinths of
Baleful forests with
eyes of gibbet makers
and buried undertakers.
In gloaming sights,
hobbling towards the light.
The silver teeth of
obeisance sundering will,
plundering peace,
blazoning smiles of
malicious beings.
Hello painters hope you enjoy the imagery
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*Rain drops falling into water
Creates the sounds of ripples
As when she dancing
Hearing the Sound of anklet

Words are floating in the words of many
Could make pain,
Tunes of despair
When the rain drops falling into tunes,
Randomly

Dances of waves overflowing,
Rolling on the shore of Sea
Play the melody with the words
The Soul could leap

But that is not raining in the desert
On top of hot sand  
The sand storm flowing
Building sand dunes
Could hide
But can't survive

Empty thirsty mind seeking Oasis
If not yet found
Find Lives
Restless heart
Void
Word out
Seeking love

Looping to look at dreams
With the gravity of love
In another way
In any other day's

@Musfiq us shaleheen
*Empty thirsty mind seeking Oasis*
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Dawn King Mar 2015
all kinds of odd sorts of stuffs
go on behind the red rock bluffs
agony resides in a small structure
way out in the valley
where it is rarely wandered
the dust and sand whirl around just so
that all the nymph minions
can move to and fro
in a seamless veil
safe from the pack hounds
that come and go
there is a translucent fata morgana
with cold as ice eyes
who hovers on hilltops
to remain in disguise
from an axiom seeker
exhorting reprise
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