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1.1k · Aug 2011
A Beautiful Skyline
Salooma Osman Aug 2011
Break the silence with your chirping, deep in the trees
“Sway dear old tree the winds have blown”, she said
It’s not a simple pleasure in my head
It’s way beyond basic physiology or probably even possibly
Thee only prize I seek,
My very own lottery,
A blessing wrapped in skin,
My own portrait of a perfect skyline painted on YOUR skin,
Peaceful waters in your eyes I make sure they never storm,
Even the clouds in your hair, puffy in the morning,
I love to see them form…
So I’m up late night stargazing at your sky,
Shining stars over shredded skies,
So tender, I stay captivated by your everlasting beauty,
I remain amazed, as you start setting off beyond the horizon,
And as the sun started rising I could still feel your touch wondering around my atmosphere,
The sun was casting golden prisms through an early morning haze, showing the beauty that pierced through the morning light,
You where as beautiful as a thousand splendid golden prisms,
You were simply magnificent.
In my eyes no image could replace that of yours.
You are indeed a blessing.
492 · Jul 2011
Your Sincerely
Salooma Osman Jul 2011
As he spoke words of wisdom, his voice lingers within me, so smooth, so touching, his lyrical abilities compared to one of a poet, so deep, so captivating yet so sincere.
I ask God ‘Is this the finest of your creatures?’ Cuz’ never before have I seen such perfection in one. In my eyes he was an epitome of an angle, yet even more superior.

The words he spoke were like forbidden breaths, never been spoke nor heard before. His words would flow in the air, entering every door, captivating every soul grasping every pole, not wanting to leave yet that force  would not allow it remain.

His bittersweet terminologies break down every perception, altering every intellect so epidemic, so rational; his flow plays within every heart with melodies of an electric guitar.
He seemed omniscient. He was veracious. He was simply magnificent.

And as the stars cast beyond the horizon, I remain hung upon the sensation, the sensation which clings upon my skin, so effortlessly it makes me wonder if I’m living a dream cuz never before have I felt something so beautiful.
Yet I still remain astonished by his existence.

— The End —