Deception is the talons of the Falcon
Which tears the soft heart of Love’s Doves,
Razor sharp they are and hit hard
When coming out of the blue
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Are you trying to enter me in Guinness?
It seems so, seeing the load of lies
You have unloaded at my Heart’s doorstep.
Do you want to find out, what will be?
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We start thinking more
When we have no listeners
We start thinking more
When feelings run dry
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Twilight with us stays
But for a fleeting while
Leaving behind visions
Of glorious day –
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The breeze has not touched me
The heat within has not been cooled
The tears without have not been dried
I sit by the window
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sea..
dense with salt..
made of tears...
you are that...
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I love the wind
As it moves silently among the leaves
A gentle murmur a rustling rumor
A touch that electrifies and inspires
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The breeze
It surrounds
It envelopes
It fills the heart
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It is a bit like Tantric Yoga
The sharing of the body
Helps in the bonding of souls
When the physical needs
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[On reading his ‘Residue of Life’]
You never stop amazing me
Miser! What else to call you!
Your title is longer
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