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TIME Is A Rare Luxury
Which Can Never Be Purchased At Any Cost..
So when,
Someone Spends it For You,
It defines the depth of care One Has For You
Music to me can be loud
like thunder in my head
music to me can be soft
that draws me to my bed
music to me is life
music to me is strong
music to me makes me feel like
I can do no wrong
music makes you full of sorrow
or it makes you full of joy
music makes a better tomorrow
or makes you awfully coy
music makes you fearless
music makes you tearless
music can make you a star
music to me
is when you see
who you really are
Food Food Food
All are here for food
All evolve from food
All act for food
All think about food.
All know no food
No existence.
Food come from rain
Rain ensues from sacrifice
Sacrifice rooted
In prescribed action
Prescribed action
Originate from knowledge
Knowledge proceed from you
You my dear not destructible.
So long as you are there
Food is there
You are all pervading
You are infinite
I the finite
Long for you
Through the food
Supplied to me
Only by you
And the food
Itself you.
In the bright sunny day
My eye’s make a flower their pray
A flower that has indeed crossed
The boundaries of the lost beauty in flowers
A flower which has a very pleasant
View and answer you’re eyes like
Looking at a creasant in the dark sky
This flowers behavior is utmost
Majestic and generous and it
Has the most delightful look
Like looking at a sunset hill
This flower is known as The sun flower
my little ray of sunshine
waiting on my desk
for my hand to write words
my little ray of sunshine
points to pen & paper
'Ok...ok! ' I say
today no ray
my desk empty
of sunshine & words
my little ray of sunshine
playing upon my desk
searching for words
my little ray of sunshine
scolds me
my lack of words
I turn
my little ray of sunshine
into words
my little ray of sunshine
looks at itself in words
smiles
و مازلت أعشق كلامها،
كم من كلمة نطقت بها شفتاها و أنا أجلس أروي الظمأ من نبرات صوتها،
كم أتمني أن تنتهي فترة الهيام و أشرب من فاها الحنان،
كم أتشوق إلي لمس يدي لأطراف شعرها المتطاير،
كم،،،،كم
أشتاق أن ألمس بيدي روحك التي أحسها من أنفاسك،
أشتاق لمداعبة إبتسامتك و هي ممتزجة مع قبلاتي،
أشتاق لنظرة الضي التي تنير لي الطريق للوصول لشفتاكي، و الخوض في زمام الهوي و أداعب خصلاتك،
تعالي حبيبتي لنبداء ما كتبناه،
تعالي لنرسم خط حياتنا،
إلي أن تبداء حياتي،
لن تكون لي حياة إلا معكي،
bunny 
A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
