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She was as delicate, as a flower.

But with time, all her beautiful petals, had fallen off because of her sadness.

He left, her best friend left,
The rain taps on my window.

It asks me if it can sing in my ear.

Until I fell asleep.

­ I wish the rain, ­ was you
Every night, I come to the same place and wait until the sky catches up with my mood.
There is a place in this world where we all belong

Where we can be as free as the wind and as reckless as the waves

We could sleep on the sand and walk the shores

Where the water will love us and we will care for it

Where we can swim forever into the depths of the sea

And explore the places where people have never been

And share secrets with the coves and have a family of miles of seawater

See creatures of other worlds and beautiful kelp forests

That’s where I would be forever and ever

I wish I could be there, live there

Soon I will be at the sea and live with the
Creatures

Soon that will happen
Your shoes unravel
From our travels,
From all our endless walking.
We spent days running away
From the shore until
You were safe with me.
We slept under stars that spelled our names
For all the world to see.
We avoided the coastline,
And your mariner kinsmen,
That would take you away from me.
I remember perfectly that night
You fell out of the sea.
Sea
Deep and blue are its depths...
And the crashing waves are its beauty.
Life too however, is another ocean
But its depths are our beliefs,

Some are deep, others shallow.
The waves we create become great hopes.
So, as you swim in life's journey...
Are you sinking or still treading water?

Life's beauty is all around us but
Life's magic resides only within the heart.
What beauty have you found in your sea?
Are the waves strong or only small crests?
Simply beautiful,I would love to read this poem,para-sailing out in the middle of the ocean
 Jan 2015 Nisha sunt
Third Legacy
When a boy thinks of a girl

his cheeks don't go red,
nor do his pupils dilate
but his heart beats as fast
as a horse's gallop in race

His lips strongly tremble
in the midst of conversation
his legs that won't settle
due to headstrong infatuation

her beauty overwhelms him
her cold hand warms his heart
her gaze,  like Medusa's
a romantic work of art

his thoughts full of appreciation
for whatever form she may have
a wonderful mem'ry,  imagination
a thought that can't be grasped

his thoughts he can't express
his mouth he cannot open
his words he can't confess
but his heart, ť was always broken

but all this is not really
'bout when a boy thinks of a girl
because in these words you can tell
that he had always loved her.
does the girl think of the boy?
 Jan 2015 Nisha sunt
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a love that does not exist in his eyes but only in mine

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