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Remember Me

Remember me... A fresh sweet scent of last gardenia on yesterday's linen sheets Remember me... A cherry bud in your backyard orchard showing first pink shades in once upon a soft blown kiss Remember me... An early summer sharing your beach towel and coconut butter Remember me... A roaring log fire on a stormy night in the hallway to your bedroom door Remember me... a short~lived star that fallen into your arms then faded to nothingness upon the empty shore. Remember me ... The blissful moment The saddest song in your forevermore

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The Wind

I am the wind You cannot see me but you can feel me Breezing gently through your hair Brushing slightly across your cheek Whispering softly 'neath your ear I am the wind whirling,howling,roaring blowing fiercely against the desert sand which sifts silently in the hourglass of your soul I will not fail you,nor leave your side till you smell fresh rain again and soak under cascading waterfalls I am the wind extinguishing wild fire which scars the lifeline of your palm I am the wind blowing whimsically in the honey fragrance of each meadow where you lay beneath a half sun I breathe my warmth where your cold fingers gather forget-me-not petals that fall ever so slow with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound I am the wind,I will carry you to places ,far I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of early doves which soar above your mirthful past I'd strip your thought bare till I touch that heart I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase I play within your dreams with each seductive move Capturing the hour of a star I linger in the depths of all that once was dark I pour rose- scented zephyr into your night and We would never part,No! We'll never part I am the wind

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Every now and then

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Your Breath Within Me

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Tonight I Could Paint A Moonlight

Tonight is not like other nights Tonight I could paint a moonlight with the smudged ink of my tears No its not the inexperienced arms of death which are longing to embrace my breath that fill this soul with pain and fear Nor is it the breeze of thousand needles 'neath the soft glow of my skin , What scares me most is... Not being here in a twenty years or so to tread love's kiss upon my daughter's cheek Feel my fingers running through her hair Listen to the sweet sound of her laughter Make a wish under the unnoticed starry stars and watch her dance beneath a repetitive boring sky. What scares me most is... Not being here in a twenty years or so To let the crimson of my lips bleed its rose close to your pillow and its fragrance 'pon your bed Its not being here to hold your blemished hands and say to you all words still left unsaid What scares me most is... That in a twenty years or so You will be here , still hating candles,all alone, Its missing the chance, to share those words that don't make sense yet mean that I have loved you all along. In a twenty years or so ...In a twenty years or so Will the ones I hold so dear still find a way to know ?

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These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me

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Don't Skip A Beat

Love knows no age or beauty Love knows no rich or poor Love knows no religion or race Love knows no straight or gay Love knows no boundary or reason Love knows no distance or time Love knows only the rapid beating of a giving heart sublime

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A Greener Grass

You think I have a pretty face My dresses weaved from frills and lace You think that I'm a spoilt brat with diamonds around my neck and roses in my bed You think I own the pot of gold A blissful future to behold You think I live on a greener grass but you know nothing No ,you know nothing about my past There are chapters still on hold A thousand words untold There's emotion still enclosed in a lacrimal drop There is a tasteless tale,a colourless spume and large waves that fall on the shore There's a silent cry which keeps yelling why which keeps loving and hating,mending and breaking Pushing ,embracing our God My unfaithful devotion keeps begging in motion Asking what,where,when,and how long For how long should I wait for to feel the affection, love and protection to listen to daddy singing for me just one birthday song For how long should I pray for,to listen to daddy just calling out my name on the phone You think I have a pretty face My dresses weaved from frills and lace You think that I'm a spoilt brat with diamonds around my neck and roses in my bed You think I own the pot of gold A blissful future to behold You think I live on a greener grass but you know nothing No, you know nothing about my past You know nothing about the way I feel About deep scars that would never heal You just keep thinking that I live I live on a greener grass.

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Jesus

On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun On that day, Winter solitude would be gone The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness Through the same breath,through the same soul We would live again as one ,no matter who we are No matter the colour of our skin,Gay or straight rich or poor,innocent or once found guilty. No matter if We are lawyers,prisoners,doctors or pheasants No matter our political believes ,nor our different religions A catholic,a muslim,a buddhist , a hinduist,or a jew . On that day,we would all wear identical dresses We would all be the significant other ,because He has died, and He has died for all. Jesus died for Peter,John and Judah for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene, Jesus died for me , He has died for you ,for him ,for her,and even for them. He gave up till the last drop of blood and painful cry for each and every name engraved upon our Father's palm. He was born to die,but its not his death that we celebrate , We celebrate His life ,because we believe in life We celebrate His forgivness ,because We experienced the beauty of forgivness ,the happiness ,the return of blissful joy. and , We celebrate the ever present love Because it is the gift of love that He bestowed on us Jesus was born to die , but He was born to rise Upon death He has risen , through His death We survived Because of Him , in the darkness ,in the labyrinth of our night There will always,always be the little flicker of a candle that fills our hearts with hope ,and warming light.

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