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I paint
A beautiful story
IIn the clouds
No Trace

Drawing without pen
Coloring without paint
Blending the  colors of life
Seems so faultless

Giving a meaning
with a million hopes
Filling of millions of greatness of soul
the conscience of the filter

Ereasing
with conscience
when  my painting is erroneous

I counted
without totalizer
Experience a cornerstone

My life is so serene, tranquil
Peacefull
Grateful

I realized
You are here,  exist for me,
in my bone marrow
in my  vein
in my bloodstream

My Providence.#.

Give Me Your Hand


I was too far stepped
Stay away from your beautiful poems
Close my eyes from graceful gaze your Godhead
Closing the ears of best promptings of you
Closing the lips from the guidance of your creative word
My heart has dried
Rain faith of you not able to loosen my joints

When I think
To be better
Cherish every move as a boost
Shed every word as prayer
Spread each smile as hope
Filling every time for me to strive
Stepping, approaching, won the blessing of God

My Calculation love to you is too long
All my intentions melt by Consideration chain
I can not hold it anymore, God
When I began to realize for your love
My hands could not reach you
Give me your hand
That’s all I need
This time.#

From You


I look at your shade eyes

Spoken words is not clear from your mouth

Missing me

Touching me

Hugging me

Copulating….

Loving me

All Restricted by the glass

Your words make my soul limp

I replete of seduction words

My heart and soul perfectly doused

Well …

Maybe it’s what I’ve got

From you.#

Being a Second Elegy


You have the love
Deeply love
So sincere
You give him all your heart

However,
Once you’re into the second
You should always accept
Sad because sometimes Ignored
You are important, but the second

Patience should you have
Understanding should grow
If you haven’t that
you can’t be the second.#

Learning to Fly


Being with you
Like learning to fly
Excited and scared
Blending being one

If I close my eyes
I can’t see the view
Beautiful view
If I open my eyes,
It feels fear

if  I  flap the  wings
I’m afraid it will be broken
If I don’t flap
I  would tumble.# (Risty)