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Aug 2019


My heart and soul
Burns under your fire
Does that inspire your desires?

When I walk on the mortal flames
Do you close your eyes
And feel LOVEz burning aspire?

You are my brown eyed BELOVEDz
Who sleeps below the dark shades

Each street haunts your holy feet
Each garden is Eden
Claiming calm retreat

When you're around
Nothing is impure
That's the time
The heavens descends to cure

Your voice is
Music of angel's voice
The herds and the birds
Sing your poise

Your time is of innocence and joy
Like a cupid of LOVE
Within the golden rings
Of evening skies

Your palm, toes, fingers and heels
Beam light from within
You are blessed with soft golden feet

You are the smoke
Risen from the cold
While I walk on dewy lawn
You fly across
The blue sky moon-light

There are glories beaming around
On your neck, face and brows
When the Laurels are crowned
On your high head browns

With smile on your face
You mount the chariot of LOVE

Thus fresh from the cloudy heavens
You arrive at my heart's gate




Knock... Knock...!
Melancholy of Innocence
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Melancholy of Innocence  Planet Earth
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