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aisha 4d
you asked me why
I like you even when you're drunk
and I said,
"because when you're drunk
you're a little bit clingy
and I'm a little bit in love"
to Ben
for when you stumbled upon the stairs with rosy cheeks and dreamy eyes into my arms
When the rains downed
When the clouds appeared
When the sun be absent

When the thunder was heard
When the lighten was seen
When the birds hide

When your face attended
When your spirit appeared
When your lips opened
Showing shiny look

The sun was coming
The warm was ascending
The universe was laughing
The rosy colors were dancing
the absent of love making the world cahnged and the weather tended to be worse.
Badshah Khan Mar 28
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 80

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

I faithfully represent your complete creation,
Who is merged seamlessly with dear soul and rosy flesh.

He dearly wants to remain as a fond lover of his beloved,
Therefore, carefully select my dear heart for his beloved.

He entered heartily in my lively sense,
Thence he can express about his beloved.

He carefully develops me as a lover,
to adore His Beloved through my own sense.

Now My soul can't be singly from me,
Or my eternal love from my noble soul.

As I faithfully represent your complete creation
Whom He wisely Named as Ummah Thurab!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Euphie Jan 15
Those little moans,
the thrusting of the hips,
the hush of the mouth,
the rosy cheeks,
that is all you need
when it comes to me.
PoserPersona Jul 2018
O why, O why, O why was I born in this non-laternlit world?
O why, O why, O why was I born in this non-torchlit world.
What woe!
And try, and try, and try I do, to fulfill myself, all others, too!
And try, and try, and try I do, to remind myself, all others, too:

That it is not man's devices that light the darkness,
but the sun's brightness…
Rosy girl
With rosy cheeks
Who doesn't care
What society thinks
I randomly thought of this one while horse riding. Hope you like it :)
Silverflame Jan 2018
approaching nightfall
rosy stray lips talk too much
drinking the false truth
Oh in these turbulent Rosy times!
Taking our moments of togetherness
Our precious memories
Making them closer to ourselves
Will we get lost in
Each other!
I am the lyric
You are the notes
Of joy
Oh my dearest!
Who is the most loving of
Oh I am the river
That flows touching the shores
And you are my destiny
The ocean!
Oh in the garden of spring
Everywhere the colours reign
I am the fragrant aroma
And you are my carrier
O dearest wind!
Where am I,O?
Oh you are the moon
Of the night
And me,
It's happy dream!
Oh you are but
The everlasting dream
In our world
We weave
Around us!
Oh in these turbulent Rosy times!
Taking our moments of togetherness
Our precious memories
Making them closer to ourselves
Will we get lost in
Each other!
In the mirror of my mind
Is reflected in happy shame
The colourful mind of your's!
Like the pearl in the
Heart of the shell
Oh dearest,you are my life!
Oh playing with laughter
And tears
Will both of us
Go away
On the pathway of life!
Oh in these turbulent Rosy times!
Oh dearest,you are the warmth of my desires!
You are the heart of my mind!
Oh having loved you
I have found myself!
Understood my dreams
Not understood.
Oh in lives after life
You being my God
Would come
In the temple of
My mind's heart!
Oh in these turbulent Rosy times!
Sorry for the length of the poem but somehow I couldn't stop myself.
My love I saw you in a dream with rosy glow
Please just do not ask me the price of the show
You are unaware of love blow but I do know
That how enchanting beauty in my veins to flow

Love is neither comedy nor take it as a tragedy
But still it is that wonderful heavenly golden key
Which opens those closed doors of beloved free
Through which a lover has taken away his fairy

My sweetheart please do not be victim of rivals
Let us be fair,frank in our approach like angels
Even if by people we are just considered as rebels
Let be like a beacon of light to create the miracles

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
kellkaym Sep 2016
My childhood, what a rosy picture. The Texas drought was over. You could see the dewy leaves, on the wet sidewalk. The tree’s, so grand, towering over me. The sun peeks through the branches, and a beam of light meets my eye. I see gold dust gleaming, glittering, glowing; which makes my yellow sundress twirl round, and round, and round. The clouds blush pillows of rosy gold. A light airy mist lands delicately in my caramel colored hair. No worries, no responsibilities.
All the grass is wet, and green again.
I am happy.
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