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My Beloved Kashmir
:rheart: My Beloved Kashmir :rheart:  "What land can boast such treasures to you" "Ought so sweet: Ought so fair" "Hey paradise of endless treasure" "OH my beloved kashmir" "With its snow capped mountains" "Thrilling fountains nature has ever given" "With its innocent people world had never had" "While its shining face everybody sees" "While its burning heart nobody means" "My vale is burning indeed" "Serpentile coil is winding in its greed" "What can i do" "While sun is clouded with dark mist" "Else shedding tears" "ALONE IN DEED"  |
AW! You are a lovely poet! and the pics are great!
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A bit random putting them in here... O.o
Oh well. great poems Hotaru. |
Burnt
You burn my mind with a forever blaze That fills my mind with the flames of your gaze Guiding me through endless labrynth of time Seaching in all hopes to finally make you mine Following the timeless water of sream Following beauty to real to be a dream Awaiting your love in everything and more Watching with want at the closed door Wanting to your perfect smiling face Wishing you were with me in this place And even though you're burnt into my mind You are no where in searching that I can find Living in a splendous dream of you The pretty pink flower and the sky so blue Awaiting the image a you to be real So that I may tell you how I really feel My emotions of happiness and love so true The rythm of my heart beating I love you |
Thank you dear! I LOVE YOU!
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Consequences and Loss
I run to the night, away of what has left, to the graveyard where you rest seeking wisdom and your strength. I was your grandson, you called me friend with a smile trough the wrinkles on your face. Time has passed and all has changed, the blood they share is full hate. And now standing above your grave, I should be praying, but I can’t when I am looking at what has left. Goodbye grandpa, goodbye friend and forgive me I didn’t said those four words, that last time we had met. |
Aw, thats so sad.....*cries* It is a good poem though....but so sad, shows alot of feeling.....
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Yeah...that was sad... but it is a beautiful poem. I found an old poem I wrote a while back, mind if I post it? A tribute to my favorite snake. :D
The Anaconda The Anaconda is a spy. He slides along Stabbing out his forked tongue As he slithers through the mud He discovers a calf chewing the cud. The Anaconda is a wonder. He begins to ponder; The calf sits, naive and yet to discover The secret of the great water boa. The Anaconda's skin of olive green; And alternating black ovals in between, The colours become a blur, a flash As the Anaconda runs a dash He lurches forward, full of valour And oh! the gore! The galleons of blood shed Stained the grass a ruby red. The Anaconda is a coiled spring. He constricts the victim, The poor calf dies very quickly. He consumes the slaughtered prey And then comes the following day. The Anaconda is a fierce marauder, He slides across the water, his body becoming broader He wraps around his victim, the prey And dusk draws forth, the end of the day. ~ by Hisuwashi ~ |
*shivers* Snakes.....ew...
But a lovely poem at that! lol Nice my dear Hisu! |
Yay! Thanks Mu Mu!!!! :)
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