Lioness of Grace
Punching the glowing race
White buttons are ecstatic
Converting chaotic into lunatic!
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She came from
And she left her reflection
She was the action
Reaction and attention
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Pace like Athena, she walks in the moon
Standing in the window she holds the phone
Seeing and glowing among stars
She swirls and sways in countless scars,
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Eyes echo in endless vale
Ears whisper too in the shadow of black clouds
Hair twisted like smoke boast and tell a tale
Nose-like Jehlam Hills appears in stunning dale,
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We were sleeping in balmy nights
Blinds were awakening in sticky October
People were waiting and whispering during flight
Mob was ecstatic and somber.
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Unintentionally and purely, your eyes pour
A love so strong, it draws me to your shore
No meddling thoughts can disturb our nest
Your love boils over, and my heart finds rest
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You know, it's a blessed Friday morning. A visage appears like a moon at noon. The visage was optimistic and charismatic. It bloomed like spring flowers and invited the flora and fauna. They accepted the invitation and joined the talk in the glowing and flowing garden. They sat like Athenian philosophers and waited for the story. The thrashing and throbbing image cleared my throat before singing the story of glory. The principles were quite simple and smooth. It was a dialectic song like Song of Innocence by Blake. It began and the surroundings swung. Nature swayed and hawks laid. It was sonorous and sweet. It caught the senses of eves. It sounded on hard ground and welcomed the cloud. Magical and lyrical It buzzed:
Blooming in sizzling summer
I often drizzle and flutter
Where birds don't go
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You are my incomplete lyric
I often sing you
Drink you and swing you
In the cradle of the heart
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Eyes speak mystery
A tangible chemistry
Eyelids invite to Mine
And eyebrows shine!
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