Silly icy tear,
Sliding down shadowed cheek line,  
Scorching wet kisses.

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Imagine Beauty.

Radiant rose whose petals never wilt,
stretching away the dusk,
scattering a glitter of dew.

Streaming rays of sunshine,
tickling the horizon,
shades of yellow and red,  

Captivating rainbows,
playing hide-and-seek,
near slumbering waterfalls.

Brilliant gathering of hues,
dancing on empty canvases,
leaving footprints of magnificence.

All sights I'd throw away,
Just to see your smile everyday.
Because,

Heavenly pearls, revealed by jubilee
climbing from loving lips to faithful eyes,
creating perfect perception of beauty.

In this world there is content,
Not peace resulting from ignorance,
But from of a constant epiphany,
A continuous period of bliss.
With No presumptions towards secrecy,
And the Creation of lies, forgotten.

A world with no language,
No value given to specific vibrations,
But, value of conceptual understandings,
Portraying only pure… hmm what’s the word??
Idea, thought, concept, want, need, feeling, mood, attitude, intention
Alas, the flaw of words.

A world with no idolization,
Presence of worship missing,
Useless notions of transcendence
And false beliefs of punishment, lost,
Without fabrication through
Generations of distortion,
And lack of interest towards justifying mysteries,
But only understanding.

A world with no usury,
No additional value given,
To luminescent objects which capture attention,
And  marvel towards possessions of large stature,
But, in a world of such nothings,
What is?

A world of simplicity,
A pursuit of self awareness and want of betterment,
Without intentions of grandeur,
Want of greater good, without hostilities.
Thinkers, always in pursuit of truth.

In this world there is content,
There is not war,
There is no religion,
There is no frail mind,
There is no necessity of grandeur.
There is no truth or lie, just understanding,
In this world there are no humans.

I miss the shelter of your beautiful ebony hair,
when you dropped down from the atmosphere,
Coming closer and closer, until we were face to face,
Your onyx mane tickling down the side of my cheeks,
Hiding us from the world, like closed curtains before an anticipated play.