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Albert Cordina Poem
A gentle beam of the sun
Touches locks of your beautiful hair,
And the sudden breeze of the fresh salty air
Brings the thoughts of indescribable joy and quietness...
And it seems, that the time now has lost its usual run,
And the day has strengthened its brightness.
The sweet song of a nightingale
Flows into the peaceful and warm atmosphere,
I feel your gentle touch and we see how there
In the blue sunny sky spindrift clouds appear...
I raise the anchor in order to sail
For I know you are near...
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Copyright © Albert Cordina | Year Posted 2015
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Albert Cordina Poem
In this beautiful morning
You're next to me and I say,
That we have to stop moaning,
And to be sad everyday.
We've dreamed a long time
About a cozy nest.
Our bells of life chime,
Our path has been blessed.
The heavy rain starts,
Then it suddenly stops.
Our sadness departs
When the last raindrop drops.
We create a holy land
Of our love, with no bound.
I hold your gentle hand,
And no matter what happens around.
Our love is our guardian angel
With the couple of beautiful wings.
It defends us from evil and danger,
And blesses what it us brings.
With this love that we share
We may easily get that far-
To fly up through the air,
Far beyond any star!
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Copyright © Albert Cordina | Year Posted 2015
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