Lets go to Bora Bora, what do you say,
my friend,
I can see on your face that you are glowing
with the idea, but of course!
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The Aftertaste of Dreams Yes I’m there and see The whiteness and azure Of your searching eyes In surf, sand and undulating blue I’m slicing the manna of Our shared happiness So you somehow keep most I’m already seared by Slipping grains of time I know its not there So I’m dancing but Perfecting moves When I shall waltz alone Caring not to step On the empty space Where your feet were I swim out of this reverie To my coast of reality Knowing you’ll wake up Unscathed from misery of dreaming
painted with colors of the rainbow with a turban on out heads and camels in our pockets. And sing a song of Glory................ shadow of clouds whispers rain heart blazes songs of red love seems ti slosh over edge of dappled lips rain bow brims in splendors of colors to follow, beautiful write by the passion,10++, thanks for sharing
Kasia, i can relate this poem to another one written by a sufi saint named rumi Beyond the concepts of right and wrong there is a prairie; I will meet you there.. wonderful...loved it: