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Sunset Siesta

The soft rays shoot my eyes The green grass awakes On my laps, open like banana leaves Is a cover-less book It is about a bread of sorrow Yonder, a greenly hill gasps And hinders valleys Valleys that hinder folks Folks that bore a damsel Damsel who gives me sleepless nights A cat passes by, meows and walks by wayside Silently, it stalks my new dove Shhhw; Shwwww, Shwww And with a "Relax master, I just wanted to play; lol" look It joins its master and its tummy growls like it has complaining worms A highland sunset, like all other sunset Never replicates! And that is how daily experience is Never replicates! Sadly, we witness the death of a day-everyday A day we never have enough!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/5/2011 4:54:00 PM
Dreamy charming..you have some confusing words..line 3 lap [top of somebody's thighs when sitting: the level area provided by the upper surface of the thighs of somebody who is seated] should be [on my lap is a cover-less book opened like a banana peel..or two banana leaves?] you don't want the reader to think your thigh are open?] and how can a hill hinder a valley? This is just a language problem and YOU are so talented and brave to try! Soup Mail me if you'd like more help. Light & Love
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