We run waves of flowers on the shoulders of temptation, you are a form of unknown dimension that creates emotions of understanding. We run through the fields of passion and look forward to a touch of the pride, the heart is the new instrument of our victory.
You smell of morning kisses through the memory of the moon colors, we build large apartments in the consciousness of loved children. We draw artwork in the minds of ideas, we close chapters to the memories of your beauty. Smiling is the machine of new actions, we drink the juice from the universe.
We are voting in choices of capable changes, we go to the benches of lust as we walk through the light fog. You smell of gentleness and morning rainbow, invite me with gentle words to be part of your history. We will feel the joy of plenty, the fire burns in the eyes of knowledge.
Power of the mind finds pure diamonds on the waves of love, we sail to the stars of material spirituality while we seek the best way. You are an ornament on my soul, you are a reality that gives me new tasks and love goals. I discover the new self in the perfect form of your wisdom.
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"We will feel the joy of plenty, the fire burns in the eyes of knowledge."
"I discover the new self in the perfect form of your wisdom"
knowledge and wisdom are great weapons and requirement of the universe,with these we hold the keys to few things,we never stop learning,being updated and getting knowledge and no matter how little or irrelevant a particular share of knowledge might seen it is never a waste and can be needed some day
Thanks for sharing this amazing peotry.
Have a nice and successful day
Whose frog is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.
She gives her frog a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The frog is hot, sharp and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Make one poetry
Power of the mind finds pure diamonds on the waves of love, woow These very deep words with these imaginary pictures I felt a strange sensation as I read... Really, you've done a lot of good in choosing pictures with words. Thank you so much for this wonderful sensation.
Thank you for this nice words
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Thank you
que bello, lo felicito ,de verdad provoca leerlo
Hola, thank you very much for your nice words
Astonishing and Amazing poetry. This appeal to the soul.
Yes, soul poetry
You can take me, but you will never take my bunghole, Hm heh.... For I am the Great Cornholio Hm heh I have no bunghole, hm heh...