Posts Tagged ‘Nature’

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By the window I stood, this rain drops, babbling,
knocking. Asking to let her in, as white cloud
dropped its load. Out there, blue, dark overtone,
Sun sitting there with bright smile an its face,
they all seem to playing the game together,
culture of the Cosmo, I knew it.

My head busing, the indescribable pulled me to
gaze, to fathom the unclothed coding formed an my
window. What a show,very much exciting, it’s creeping,
running, climbing an each other, splashing, fallen
quickly as it calculating the time. God! such rain drops.

Indescribable rain drops on my window, what a weight to
carry. Is she crying? but how can I know, useless the
unthinkable happen cause in consternation, altering the
mind. Rain drops an my window, its contour, God’s fingers
alternating the designed. What of the eyes to see, he mind
to fathom, enshrine hope in my heart, indescribable,
rain drops.

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The long day ended, so did the evening,
rolling in speedily. The night entered, with
load of wet snow from Crescent sky. Fallen on
the Metropolitan, a city just about bedding
down to bed.

Should I join the night walker, entering
neighborhood tavern for a cold beer? My
rational out weigh the ads of nipping
cold. So out came I in clad coat. Down the
street, round the bend, closeted houses, then
a sign of no exit exposed itself.

Ha! but this silty, milt, not so chilly out
door feel of the night, calling so imposing.
Looking back, the claustrophobic place of my dwelling
was calling too. So I danced for the last time. In
the open somber winter night, I danced for the last
time, before entered back to my covet den.The last danced.

Pouring Rain.

Posted: January 12, 2015 in Uncategorized
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On am running , filling the palate with its grains.
Obstructing pain and this much I learn, in pouring rain.
For the heaven’s open up, and will me in.

It’s a race to the house, but I do not want to win.
Rain, rain deep in Country land, it’s a fair game.
This intruding is an awesome pleasure I swear.

Pouring rain, so much grains, a full load over
flowing pans, and what it takes. Weather of nights
or days, matter not, just the same old stories.
Doing what pleases me in pouring rain is a challenge
not fear, even an my birthday, pouring rain.

Prolong winter

Posted: March 2, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Winter, we been told that you would be prolonging your stay with us, taking center stage in our lives till March ending. Is that so? ah what a ball, the tales getting sweeter.

We are in no pretenses, and like me, am not presumptuous to act in any way that will cause you emotional rumbling. Ci-vie
disobedience is not desirable,we just need to get through this.

This is not the first time. now is the anniversary, a celebrated festivity, for our diversity. I stood sometimes, watched, and marvel, as you moved upon an our collective Psychic

Winter, you are just golden, I meant it, just golden, specially as the night shadows fall, and snow roiling , playing gymnastic games, the sweetness forcefully telling, am in lover’s lane despite your mean spirited self sometime. Let it be known, you are just golden.

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Mountains, Hills climbed, to touch

ravish in its rocky place. Lay atop

robust, orchard patches. You only played

with my mind, illusions of all kinds.

I pause to ponder, then ran off to the

higher point. Ya! silly me, you laughed

and laughed, till caught in your hollow

arms. There is the amorous of your love,

live were, even now is so full of those shard

moments. Thanks for the meeting together I’ll come

again, hoping to be supersaturated by your love encounter.

Whistling wind

Posted: March 21, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Between shattered glasses walked, no place
to hide, for you tossed me everywhere.
Furiously, you raged, stinging like bees,
pebbles, dust thrown into my face.Your speed
left me sighing, gazing, beat upon as if am
not someone’s child.

Babbling, twisted poles, branches, leafs falling,
babies crying, so many pain in my father’s eyes,
as you the old age violinist dance and sing, the wind.

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Speak at will, you control the game all the time.
Definitely your side I will stay, however mad. No
one knows the way of you, often driven by your
stateless sound. All I can tell, the effects is
everywhere, even bring tries from welling eyes.

O wind! you are a special kind, dust on your tail
charting the universe, eternity past, eternity
present, full with the antis of your virtuosic self.
I like you, not that it can be otherwise, life
without you cannot be imaging, the appealing, virtuous whistling wind

<Snow-white, ever rode in lillien gown. I heard you, I see you, it is only you
in your ever flowering presence, inhabiting time and space.

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