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Jan 2013

Your lovely face
Reflected within
My mirror;
Yielding my thirst;
Your two blue eyes,
Waited within
My tears;
Your elegant face,
Framed within
My soft hair.
Your unpainted lips,
Responded within
my Kiss
You’re bursting *******,
Sinfully for an embrace
Each ****** thirsting
For my loving touch.
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

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Poetry dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music,people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand
than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.

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Williamsji Maveli
Written by
Williamsji Maveli  Angamaly, Ernakulam
(Angamaly, Ernakulam)   
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