'Tis georgeous
To see the billows
With Sincere Fellows
All the time
They rise ud and fall
With bewitching call
By the sea
Gazing at the night
Is fine with dim light
In the scene
Honeysuckles smell
And the martins yell
All in all
The fine venial scene
Is one to be seen
Edward Alan Cemré
Thou hast come out in an Athenian way, you naughty child, Cupides!
What I still have not forgotten is your kiss, well can I?
It was quite safe with you to breath the greeen air of woods, then you used to kiss me long
I just had a long glance while you are gone... The leaves were red on an autumn day...
As simple as a water drop, yet what lies behind is what I feel. This is the very difference.
How long shall I stand on my own on the never ending red field. Won't you come?
Let me have yer hands, to get away in the mist. Hold it tight, and let us be dragged to happiness.
I'm the white, pure daisy that is gazing at you all night long while you are asleep, not aware...
Having a good life together, getting old together and finally decaying together! Unifying in Earth
As fragile as a lotus, but with thousands of pedals. Floating but standing uphigh, in vivid colours
Do not leave my heart on a rainy day, my tears are enough to wet it.
Getting vague in every hour, emerging with the colours of nature, my fair land.
Is love in our hands, can we hold it foreever if we wish. And can we show it?
Dunno how but, loves reveals itself; !'m not aware but I feel it anyway.
As rare as an orchid, gleaming with with white colours but in darkness.
do I belong to here, my Gott, have ne'er seen this glass of pond before, I belong to nature, ye see
I'm not hiding in the depth of Himalayan jungle, but separated as ye see here away from my home...
Nope, can I be as beautiful as thee and bear the same courtesy like you.
Hadt survived in the harsh winter. Gazing at thee, Helios, to get the joy of life. Surrounded all.
I'm next to thee, as thou wish'd, thouching and feeling thee with my whole pedals; enchant me...
The crimson, ye Adonis blood! I can hear his yell, and feel the warmth of his blood...
Easter is close, the icons are covered with the colour of passion, purple, like ireses...
I'm at the last drop! Need to emerge with soil and get alive in new bodies... Giving life, forever!
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