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Sixth Sense

Fine is the redwine drops from your lips,
To dance and to sing, I hold your hips;
Sugary bread we eat is from your oven,
An angel appeared now is from heaven.
Knowing nothing new on loving trends,
Forget the loved games and close friends,
I love thee in a grief; sorrowful despair
Wings lost, flying in air without my pair
What to do if a red sunset often freeze;
Love comes and goes through the breeze;
Where there is silence and strange peace;
I hear the tune of a sixth sensation at ease!

Bliss

The rain clouds are on her forehead,
From sky to the waterless ground,
A thousand drops pelt downward,
Earth became like a tired drunkard,
I just love my Mother Earth!
Mist melted in favor of sun beams,
Blue clouds shrink away with shame
Woman Earth, blown up with the bow;
Sky, the Sea and the Shore all in a row.
I just like my Blue Ocean!
Maids of nature stood in dusty green
Birds of love flew again in mind pain
For this is love and nothing else is love;
To which we all entrust someone above.
I just love my God Above!

@Williamsji Maveli

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