My heart's appetence

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DEDICATED TO ANGEL OF MY DREAMS

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In this night,when stars melt
I set out on a walk with moon...
Is the ocean above pouring down
or am i sweating as if its noon...

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I dance amid nightingales' songs
i breathe happyness of this moment...
Sun kisses horizon and rises above
as if nodding in self consent...

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In her eyes i see my dreams
smell of her beats floret of daisy...
with her i feel complete
i am confident,even if the roads are hazy...

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All i need is her affirmation
to this idiot's appentence...
she makes me feel special
adding meaning to my existence...

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Comments

Unknown said…
I dance amid nightingales' songs
i breathe happyness of this moment...
Sun kisses horizon and rises above
as if nodding in self consent...


amazing lines....happiness is the typo!!!

loved it...u r a A1 poet...
September 11, 2009 at 2:02 AM
ojaswi said…
this 1s awesum mahn...superb....
October 29, 2009 at 10:10 AM
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