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Ceri Naz Poem
I have myself, the simple zinnia on your vase
I asked for nothing, but you gave me sunshine
The smile, the hug, the cuddle, the warmth
I am happy to the little things I have
You give me light to complete my being
I am truly deeply thankful for your unconditional love
You are my life the life of life
You are the dream I dreamt and dreaming
To love, to cherish, to treasure
Until I know how to give up all, even my life
© Caroline Nazareno a.k.a. Ceri Naz 2015
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Ceri Naz Poem
A woman didn't choose to become a woman; it is a gift and a blessing.
Her gender should not be questioned, it is rather be a victorious quest,
A valuable claim for the humanity.
A woman should not be overpowered & overshadowed with threats, with royal promises and whatever makes her stars fallen to the ground; she's not another square in a round box.
She flirts with care, she is not more on logic but she just love who you are. She can be your senses; her sensitivity does not mean a product of her weaknesses.
She is not a possession, she believes, she is a defined generation; the best creation.
She doesn't need to own universal gravity to pull your loyalty, she just work quietly, a peaceful actress, she is no drama. She waits for you, with your meals prepared, shirts and pants ironed, medicines checked when you are sick, she is not getting certificates of merit and recognition in the full house;
She is a world class ironlady.
A woman don't have to be in a cage. The world needs her; she is a mural of love, understanding, respect, identity, talent, tolerance and strength.
Remember, you became you because you were inside her.
She is a celebration. She is life.
Caroline Nazareno a.k.a 2015
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Ceri Naz Poem
She has nothing to hide
She bathes from phoenix waters
Her face is a painting of emotions
Joy, fear, anger, sadness
Triumphs over lakes of unbelievable
Her body is a shrine
Of Lady of Morals
The Titans bow to her
As she waves the indigo skies
Of dreams, of reality
And the shadows of the giant future
Her eyes are gateways of Renaissance
Her mind is a Continuum
A designed power set of neutrality
The plateau of paragons conceiving passel of hopes
Her heart is a great barrier reef---
Axioms of force and compassionate forbearance
Her embrace reaches the byzantine
No myths, no scales, no bottlenecks.
She, the Gaia’s daughter
The lover of Love
The love of Love.
©Ceri Naz/ March 07, 2015
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Ceri Naz Poem
do you still remember
the resounding ballads
of getting up
wave the mettle in sync
to be the one
the better one
do you still remember
the fading faces of time
underneath the swallowing perfection
off-the-wall unveiling
the sapphire kingdoms
but no one returns
do you still remember
the time you fell
from the death bed of surrenders
yet again and again
your knees flex and stretch
to sketch another clear sky
©Caroline Nazareno 2015
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