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By tinkling its silver anklets,
She, my own blue river flows
in twilight !
the sand shores and waves
forget themselves; while in a wet kiss;
Then in a lovely embrace !
By tinkling its silver anklets,
she, my own blue river flows
in delight !
Is she is in a pain of parting
Or is it a symbol of ecstasy
That blossomed through
the small bubbles of her.
Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes
Just smile once again !
By tinkling its thousands of anklets,
she, my own blue river flows
in day light !
The cool breeze and rhythm of waves
made my thoughts, filled with your face;
Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes
Just smile once again !
By tinkling its thousands of anklets,
She, my own blue river flows
in moonlight !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
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By tinkling its silver anklets,
She, my own blue river flows
in twilight !
the sand shores and waves
forget themselves; while in a wet kiss;
Then in a lovely embrace !
By tinkling its silver anklets,
she, my own blue river flows
in delight !
Is she is in a pain of parting
Or is it a symbol of ecstasy
That blossomed through
the small bubbles of her.
Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes
Just smile once again !
By tinkling its thousands of anklets,
she, my own blue river flows
in day light !
The cool breeze and rhythm of waves
made my thoughts, filled with your face;
Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes
Just smile once again !
By tinkling its thousands of anklets,
She, my own blue river flows
in moonlight !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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