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His face is like a head of a plane
His smile is a banana boat
His hands are nice ans slim
His arms are powerful windmills
His legs are faster than a hare
His fingers are a new type of springs
His heart is a bass drum
His stare is a Eagle
His voice is a bass guiter
His laugh is a stamp
renu Jan 2016
Standing atop the highest building,
She watched the bright lights of the city.
Strumming a guiter, singing silently for the love of the earth, the beauty it carries, the hope it dishes out.
The stars and moon look down at her, listening to the music that made them want to dance.
She kept on until her fingers hurt, but the sleeping city slept on and she just wanted to keep on and hang on, not wanting the sun to rise and let the darkness cool her mind.
She just wanted to play for the stars and the moon and look on upon the silent earth filled with nightly magic.
Nargis Parveen Jul 2019
It's now winter on calendar,
But everything seems springlike wonder.
Horizon looks like beautiful lady,
So pleasurable astonishing colorful gaudy.

Am I in a faint?
Or is it a magic paint?
What happened to me?
I feel like flying bumble bee.

The blue bird is behind the things,
Only for his love my heart sings.
Stars are eager to make me charming,
Riding on light's wing happiness is coming.

Comet appeared with its broom tail,
Seeing comet, grief set sad sail.
But the sail splitted by strong wind,
The evening star smiled spreading her mind.

I dream and dream standing on shore,
And wrote letter to him from heart's core.
Will he understand my letter?
Loving him, my heart tunes like guiter.
Nargis Parveen Aug 2019
Are you eucalyptus swinging in breeze?
Swing more seeing my smile,
Do you want Love as speedy missile?

Are you sunny sky after disappearing fog?
Dance on me in cool winter,
I feel the classic melody of a guiter.

Are you first shower of dry season?
Showing me how Love bestowed upon,
And made me gorgeous delicate as chiffon.

Are you flying solitary heron?
Calling me closer in dusk sky,
You love but expressing that feel shy.

Are you elegant sun of afernoon?
Telling to give me all the colors,
Cherishing to make me beauteous along with valors.

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