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Àŧùl Sep 2017
When they were distributing cuteness,
Her soul stole a little excess of it,
And granted it to her body,
That body is so cute.

Young forever, she stole my heart,
Originally, I had no love left,
Unperturbed she made me right.

She is the dream wife of many,
Than all of them, I am so lucky,
Of an Angel you are a daughter,
Living your life you're like her,
Ever caring about me you are.

A* new hope has emanated,
Not just from my heart,
Definitely also from your.

Dismantled was the kingdom of grief,
I feel so elated now with relief,
So magical is your voice,
Care I'll 'bout you forevermore,
A fresh breeze blows unending here,
Rejuvinating my time you are,
Do hope for the future,
Eager is our love we've here,
Dearest lovers we are of each other.

Wisps of happiness float now,
Elephantine happiness ensues,
Rosy my jar has now spilled,
Effortlessly the grief replaced.

Mini packs of positivity we have,
You just need to have faith in love.

Near your heart I find my refuge,
Ever bettering is this ex-recluse,
Goaded you have me with love,
Antiwar you are like the dove,
Tight are the knots of our love,
I feel so lucky being with you,
Verbs of future like marrying,
Especially seem so practicable,
Solely coz of you, my dear *Pooh Bear
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My HP Poem #1667
©Atul Kaushal
Before the light comes,
the wind comes.
The wind of God.
The wind of God travels
all over the Earth,
awakening the night-sleeping birds,
bringing freshness to every land.
New hope, even where we are troubled,
or grieving, or suffering.
Often these days, this wind of God
blows through my open heart.
And it frees me to love totally,
to love innocently, to love bravely,
As God loves us.
©Elisa Maria Argiro

At the time this poem was forming into words, I was awakening early each morning, stepping out into the first rustling wind that, scientists tell us, literally travels around the Earth.
M V Jayan Jul 2015
The flower was there
Most innocently , soft, silky
Full of fragrance.
My mind couldn't hold.
It went over it,
Smelt & erupted in joy.
And the flower whispered:
Enough,
I'm fulfilled.

— The End —