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I enjoy my amazing paradise!
It keeps my woes at bay
The soothing scent of coconut palms
With the summer breeze in sway

I enjoy the clear sunrise!
The heat of the Sun caress my face
It keeps the fears from my mind’s eternal way
With a scarcity of clouds to mask the gentle fray

I am delightful of the time of existence here!
The careless waves and transitional craves
What shall happen on the next day?

I dislike the sweeping monsoons
As they howl with gross disapproval
And the deluging rain that gouges down
Drenches the hungry quicksand in which I drown…
You were the iris in my garden
As luminous as the Sun could be
Rays of affection forevermore
Came from you so pleasantly

You were the iris in the sky
Morning emblazon; twilight plume
An ethereal radiance of love
This in my heart I hold with truth

Cascade of stars
Encircling divinity
An endlessly shimmering nebula
Shaping the essence of empathy

Yes you are the iris in my own
Reflecting wonder and glee
A blooming presence of hope
That has made life so beautiful to me
Where is that place
Which ascends spirit to peace,
When exists only joy and grace
Where every trouble does cease?

Wondrous paradise;
Horizon of hue
Every sight experienced;
Always something new.

In the presence of this light
How could one deny

My Heaven

Is you.
Somber sweet
            December breeze
    Sift unto
                           My skin
      with ease.

                                   Bring the crystal crunch
                                               of white
                                          Lift each spirit
                                         With your might

Freeze in place the lines we'll make
as frosty folks
elate

Adorn smiles with your taste
As sweet delights do get ate

Amid that wintry starlit awe
Orion ensures the end of fall
Pleiades glistens oh so gently
A sight so merry, it fills my reverie!

Whisper to the chilling cold,
That stubborn air, so proudly bold:
        "Bring them flakes and hopeful wake"
                                                                              
                                                    So it may snow
                                                                                           So it may hold.

— The End —