A dawn glimpse, at your beauty reveals,
My inner wish to have two more eyes;
To stare everything in my own leisure;
but anything, for nothing for pleasure.

Left, behind, for you, nothing of precious;
Faces of deceived metaphors, in curious;
  saddened white pale sky broken into piece;
Shined stars fell on dark forests with ease

Nature has played games into our lives;
    its external births and eternal deaths;
The sun, the moon and I will turn over;
making over my dream without an end.

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By
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
www.williamsji@yahoo.com
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