Saturday, June 5, 2010

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let me buy you a mountain where you can grow
your words, swim in its rains and dance
between the thousand colors of the rainbow
that towers above your faith, reliving dreams forgot

then you can follow the stream which stole
your rhymes in the middle of the night and left
nothing but a dead star that pleads for light
a breath shared twice in fleeting seconds of life

and then i will paint you a brand new sky
where there will be pearls and dew drops
and a thousand doves flying in sweet surrender
with simple joy to the warmth of your twilight

and then you can close your eyes and live anew
feel the touch of soft breezes on your skin
hear the chirping birds that play in your heart
humming your song from a vague memory..

4 comments:

  1. A beautiful poem brings the poet so close to the reader that even the poets warmth of the heart can be felt.
    Thats what happens to me !

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  2. amiya, you remain an inspiration :) thank you...

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