Water, the God of thirsty living,
We live with burning of bread,
We run with the flow of aqua,
Let’s pray and eat,
Before we start to taste,
Must thank him for this moment,
Food the soul’s garment.
The crush of our skins,
makes me arouse to the sky,
Let the blood flows in veins,
The smell of your hair,
makes me fly in air,
The fingers caress as rails,
speak the vulgar in nails,
the hugs and deep kisses,
reminds me the thousand roses,
you are a lovely art,
always in my heart.
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Learn from the past and forget the bruises;
Live the present and heal the bruises;
Plan the future and don’t bruise yourself.
She fluttered her wings like,
An angel of butterfly under,
The fog, under the gleaming sun rise,
I stand among the breeze of,
Early morning, she reached my lips,
Hangs like a honey and sucking,
The nectar on the core of flower,
She hangs around my neck,
And takes my dews from lips.