Your soul is so soft and luscious
Its sharp edges are too precious!
To sail my life boat with the wind;
Sometimes against my own mind;
Still you offer me a hand in hand
Nothing to worry, you say in kind;
Within me, you blossom like a root;
My kisses make you a ripened fruit;
You are my ever hottest night fire,
Like a glorious inner pain, I bear…
Greatness in you, for I still demand
On the shores of holiness, you stand…
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By
Williamsji Maveli
Email
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.moonmakers.com
www.williams­ji.com

13.02.13