Treasure Island

sekharan pookkat


Come and sit aside me


Oh! dear! my love is divine
Cool and calm
Colorful and shielded
To protect from all evils

Oh! dear! let me fill your heart
With the honey of love
And down to the core
To swim in the famished hunger

Oh! dear! let me relieve you
From emptiness of love
And fill your mind
With the colors of life!

Oh! dear! let me lit the light
Of love and passion
To relieve your mind
From the heaviness and sorrows!

Oh! dear! come and sit aside me
To share your sorrows and silence
Anger and agony
And swim in the pool of love!

Oh! dear! my love is divine
Cool and calm
Colorful and shielded
Like an invisible soul behind you!

Submitted: Thursday, January 09, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 10, 2014

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