By tinkling its silver anklets,

She, my own  blue river flows

in twilight !

the sand shores and waves

forget themselves; while in a wet kiss;

Then in a lovely embrace !

By tinkling its silver  anklets,

she, my own  blue river flows

in delight !

Is she  is in a pain of parting

Or  is it a symbol of ecstasy

That blossomed through

the small bubbles of her.

Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes

Just smile once again !

By tinkling its thousands of anklets,

she, my own  blue  river  flows

in day light !

The cool breeze and rhythm of waves

made my thoughts, filled with your face;

Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes

Just smile once again !

By tinkling its thousands of anklets,

She, my own  blue river flows

in moonlight !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

It's hard to believe,
When what we see,
Is more real,
Than what we feel.
Society is painted black and white,
That's why we doubt the colors that we feel.
Reality has made us color blind.
That's why our faith is so easily doubted. 
We live in a world where those do right,
Trampled by those that do wrong.
This place isn't cut out for us.
That's why we are on the bench;
Where the nice ones finish last,
For that reason we're quick to give up,
Because we've grown weary,
Shadow boxing our conscience.
I hope I'll come on top as the underdog one day...
The last shall be first,
And the first will be last, right?

I think you've covered up your sadness with
fancy perfume and that red lipstick you bought
in the 7th grade.

I think you erase each aspect of your personality
with cover-up and golden bangles,
and something else you read on the cover of
Cosmopolitan while you were waiting in line
at the grocery store.

I know you exiled every person who meant the
world to you because they began to know too much,
like how many times you brush your teeth a day
and what you pray for before you go to sleep.

You think I don't notice the way you look away
when you're surrounded by all your friends
and they're talking and laughing,
and you're "happy."

I think you smeared your red lipstick on
purpose because you knew I'd feel
too bad to leave you on your own
and I'd try to save you again.

Instead I wrote you a letter,
about why I think you're different,
and I taped it to your front door
and wrote your name on the front so only you would read.

So put on your red lipstick,
and gloss up your eyes again
because I am afraid you might be breaking,
and at least at one time those
very things held you
together.