They are special children born of mankind.
They are unique kind of people.
They are historical children,
Best of the Best

They are treasures to homes
Pride of the family.
They are beautiful,lovable,kind and keen.
Rhythms of songs,
Melodies of souls.

They are emotional,industrious,innovative and creative.
They are gentle,calm and kind.
They are unique kind of people,golden jewelries.
They are the junites born in june,
Gifts to mankind.

HAPPY BIRTHMONTH TO ALL THE JUNITES.

The night had long hours,
The heart became restless,
The mind was dim without brightness,
Your image retreated not from hunting me.
My night was filled with your  intrusions.

I laid awake still,
I saw nothing but your reflection
captured in my retina.
I went to my door and pushed for a stroll,

Yet the ocean of your thought
In which my brain swims never run dry.
You're all that has invaded my within,
You're the perfect stranger
that besieged the city of my heart.
Last night was my torment.
The night without you.

I'll stay here under this dense tree,
Adjacent sea shore,
Here I'll carve my hut,set my bed,hear a lullaby.
Here where waters beat their drums upon rocks,
And the evening wind whispers to the ears of the cypress swamp.

Here,this very place,
I'll carve my resident,set my mat and rest my soul.
When eternity comes calling,
upon humanity,
Together in haste I'll gather myself,
And to my maker I'll return.

If your heart is a cell,
take me for a lifetime,
down beneath the cell
let me find joy and stay,
until the end of forever,
let there be no end.

Time will fail,
Beauty will fade,
Even ages will get tired,
but my love for you will be until the end of all ages.
Until the end of forever.

Darkly atmosphere,
Wind of despair,
City of sitted sorrows,
Ruptured hearts of agony
Deeper than wounds.

All gone,Hope lost,
Fortunes,wealth of treasure harvest,
Painful pleasure,sacrificial pains of no reward gained.
Seasons of labour gone with the wind.

Minds of men darker and blacker full of horrows.
Even the devil pauses in marvel,
savagery of no salvage,
demonically many about creativity,
land full of mines,traps of dug pits.

Foes Upon woes,
Land without pity,city of no mercy.
Harvest of doom,gathering of of woe.
End! End! End!
World's End.

THEY WENT AWAY FROM ME,
LEAVING MY INFANT BEHIND,
I AWOKE AND I FIND THEM NOT,
NOW I HAVE LEARNED NOTHING MORE THAN LONELINESS.

DAY AND NIGHT I CRY AND LONG FOR THEM,
WHEN THEY COME PASS ME,I TRACE THEIR FOOTSTEPS,
ALL IS LOST IN THE RAIN,THAT MY EYES LET FALL.

NOW I HAVE LEARNED NOTHING LESS THAN LONELINESS.
NO DAMSEL HAS YET FOUND ME,
EVEN WHEN I SEARCH THEY ARE LOST IN THE CROWED,

HERE,I WILL LODGE AND BUILD MY HUT,
AND WAIT FOR SHE THAT WILL COME,
WHEN SHE IS COME,EVEN JULIET WILL SAY,
ROMEO NEVER DID SO WELL LOVE ME.

I have not had a balance,
from the dousy lonely spot where you left me.
many have past me,
hours and days have gone by miserably,
Beating me bands of mockery
I have not had enough of your thoughts,
my heart decries for you night and day,
my imaginations have built you a garden,
you're all that's in my dream.
On my bed i am with your thoughts flooding my memory,
i awake with you in garden of roses,
Then to reality i open my eyes
And you are never near me.
Only in my imaginations you've built a garden.