Fragrance of Her Being

Under the hazy sky that smelled blue,

Her wet lips smelled my breath so new,

I came closer and smelled her love,

And both our breath shed just one fragrance.

My eyes and her shadows,

Then lingered into an invisible red,

The red was so fresh, and smelled…just red.

But now all that fragrance is lost,

For she is not in love any more

And for my nose, oh, it has fallen on the floor!

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Finding God

I have traveled through the city, Halfway and through; Praised the music, liked a places few. I enjoyed the weather, hated it too, Relived certain memories, cursed one or two. I did search for peace, searched for love, I searched for God, but it was tough. He hides, and I seek, He whispers and I shriek; He goes and I follow, He smiles when I’m hollow; He runs and I chase, As if an eternal race… I have NEVER got his way, neither yester nor today! So let’s do one thing now, I know not how true, You be my God for me, And I will be for you…

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Life, a Bitter and Sweet Symphony

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