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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required LOCKED UP Not an ordinary day in a garden where nature smiles at us, canopied with the blue sky, the flowers in their autumn beauty with the freshest hue. lulled by the infinite scent of nature, melodies from unschooled professionals echo above as the evening breeze gently touches us. Not far apart is an queen enclose in her gentle rain. I gaze admiringly totally engulfed, unlike the ones on my rear view this one tickle my fancy making me want to live in the moment forever, her face shone as though with the rising sun in an atmosphere of gilts and glamour, this thick aura of love that have engulfed us drown every fear. Her eyes filled with wanders fore-tale of the world here after. her laughs massage's my ego in many unpredictable ways On that day every wise man have an intuition, I slouch in her ambush in sweet surrender, cooee on her she responded with a yes looking at her I die from the infectious shy smiles and blissful radiance beaming from her, refreshing more than the mountain dew, i felt like am in a conquered territory. Something in her eyes make me want to lose myself into her arms, I only come to realize she's lonely when I did. I stand heavily burden with love in my heart smiling but blinded with an invisible tears, suffocating under the heat of heart break from the tears of yesterday fanning again the embers of love. We walk down the gleeful street beside the crystal water fall, where the waves cares the shore lines. Been described by birds with broken wings as a wrong match involve in the game of fools but not been exposed to western mischief we raid on; dancing to the undertone music in our hearts. Her voice bring me up to speed to act on the script of predestination, thought I should run my pen through her but well began is half done am still a prisoner of all I saw looked up in the confine of love but yet still free.
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