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Sunshine

Just like the sunshine
I hope to love like you mine
If to love you was a crime, I would get more than just a fine
Life imprisonment for loving you
Someone who made the sky more than just blue
Someone who made the time do more than just move
Someone who made me think I had more to prove
Not to her, to myself yes
To never feel that I was any less
She got rid of my worries and stress
Because loving her and knowing that she was mine
All I could do is embrace the warmth of the sunshine

©markus_

neha_gaur 175w

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Next time when we'll meet

A bit changed you
A lot different me
A bit emotional you
A lot practical me.

©neha_gaur

cheeni_kam 200w

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Homecoming

For years I’ve been walking,
Knocking at the wrong doors
In search for for a path,
that winds from the shore,
It takes you through the woods.
Where the birds are chirping,
And the wind is gushing,
The sound of the leaves fluttering along,
The waves lashing from far...
Filling my heart with a growing calm.
Where the sun filters through the woods,
And shines on my face.
As i take this path, the knots in my heart untie themselves,
Fears flying away like butterflies ,
Faith treading along this route..
At the end of which stands a house where i can hear his laughter, and watch his smiling lips.
Where i can see him with me watching the morning sun.
Where a loving gaze takes my heart by storm,
A beautiful voice beckons me towards his arms,
To my very homecoming.
©cheeni_kam

connecting_nicky 213w

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Those soft white petals
With yellow sheen in them
—ah! Those are my favourite, Frangipani.
Oh, and I have noticed how you lock your gaze on me
While I traipse bare feet on grass
Can you see those tiny little twigs sticking around my toes, dews from grass shining on my feet...
I know, why my breathing picked up a pace
It’s because I can feel the burn of your gaze on me, devouring my senses
I could feel you moving around
—To stand and pick that Frangipani lying under the tree
As I turn to face you, you push that errant lock of hair behind my ear
And thread in it the white bloom
All the while I’m looking at you wondering
Would you ever be telling me —you love me
Or I may just have to wait whole my life to listen to those words falling from your lips.
Or may be we will have more nights, more moments like this.
More Frangipanis to adorn my hair. One for each night laden with love confessions unuttered.

©connecting_nicky

gargee_chowdhury 214w

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