A Bounch of Cuddle
Oh the days ,where uncertainty fears
Now a golden crops field I will make over your chest
thousands mile long that the row ,
So need not it wait for tomorrow
Long walk and long rest ,after where will we be!
I will husk beneath the rays of autumn sun
cuddling ur arms and no comma between twos.
There be built a mountain of love that depth has crossed
Mariana Trench
Sipping the weave of ocean that flows to life line through .
Just now the days we inherited and sang with the wild flowers
either Primrose or Elestren smells arround
we've bathed in luke worm mythed water.
You can drink the holy love from the lap of happiness
A day is very long to wait for next ray
From dawn ,lest a shadow be missed or the crispy morning
And a mourn will be moaning in next evening.
Love for next sun ,hopping dismissal
and fadded
A rhythm won't rhyme with hymns of Magpie and be frozen,
Let's glass the dark door and not for next yards
We can brighten the sun over the heads
and polish a golden crops field today close to dear.
I could sing a verse till my last breath,
I could worship the love till the last sun set
I could love the Almighty till He alives
I could and could wait to touch your hands
if the next sun was not and not the uncertain.
Now I overhelmed with with summer blushing
need a basin like Bikal
I want to drink all stream's honey drops
I can't wait to lose a single twinkling
Just having thirst of my love deity,
wrapped by your embrace and passing the uncertain race over a long meadow.
Copyright © Shayla Sultana | Year Posted 2020
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