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Sajini Israel Apr 2018
Walking down the aisle
with a sheepish smile.
Holding your hands
as we fall into dream's land eternal pit.

Living in paradise,
whose beauty can't be displayed on any device.
Waking up each morning to an oleic beauty,
to whom I bow my pen in admiration.

Looking from our windows
we see flat verdant fields,
Kids playing with trees,
Birds hurrying across the sky.

Strolling together in nature's garden
Flabbergasted by the smell of sweet flowers.
Amazed by the awesome vocals
from the Choir of insects and birds.

Sitting together by the river shore,
I would write a thousand love notes.
Running round rocky terrains,
We'll express our feelings without restrain.
Dedicated to the northern star.
Sajini Israel Apr 2018
Cosmic dust,
run around the cloudless sky.
Angelic voices,
Sublime with the silent night.

Oleic vocalist of Ibredeic origin,
spin macho skulls like some bottles of dry gin.
Lanky keyboardist of jeremic extraction,
blends those notes to audience satisfaction.

Bees buzz in their budding hive,
preparing to fly away some sunny night.
Trapped in a summer,
no space to run further.

loosing those strings,
built by camp stings.
Drowns those feelings,
in the ocean of friendship.

Don't run to a stranger,
Just to have a taste of life outside the manger.
Don't forget years of shared hopes and strives,
Just for the promise of a ride
or nuptial flight.
Dedicated to the northern star

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