Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty short poem

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Listen that delicate one at the stream
With the touches of rays at the shimmering cheeks
That rhythming heart with troughs and the peaks
With the waters of eyes and the emotions, cream
Quiet is the drop and the orangish sky
Heart of the butterfly feels to fly
Those strengths of nature,
The daffodils blossoms!
That colourful fish
Beneath the wet tantrums
The sleeping beauty wants to fly….
With the feminine sense romancing the scene
Poetic flow of memories beam
Souls, intimacy with past green
Her hair feeling the wind scream
Her transparent eyes fill with tears
Her beats have tiny tinge of fears
Assuming the day and nights smears
Opening the locks of glossy lips
Feeling the aroma of poisoning sips
Leaving behind all the ships
Seems,the girl walking away
Burning the moments,moving away
Coating the fears with the expressions, clay
Covering the eyes with the lashes tray
Seems the girl walking away
Seems the suspense turning grey
With the hopeful rising passions
Learning from the dark,old lessons
The sleeping beauty wants to cry
Her enemy disguised ashamed and cry!

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I am pharmacy student ...recently studying in quaidiazam from pakistan......i believe life as the transition between the soul and the body ...try to penetrate your soul and your life would be Spiritual all over!
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