Siddic Nagdee

Feelings I never shared when concealed,
hidden in my mind.
Some of days within much of forlorn,
riddled in beauty of wonder.
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Come what may with each new day,
a blossom in the light of the sun.
Rememberence of yester-days a gone
Look today to leap a handsome one
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In sunbeams as in fervent of flora,
adjoining the brim of a tune.
In clouds a contour of golden openings,
moving with each gust of wind.
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Per chance when vanished for words,
and thought's echo a wandering flow.
In wonders 'bout an achievers dream,
hope for sounds in meditation to grow.
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Orbits of movements in day and night,
makes a all of life so complete.
For within a realism of a goal,
dreams seems ever to be so sweet.
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A passion to see the world through eyes so dear,
those very same eyes as seen in a mirror clear.
To call out to others a challenge to listen,
encouraging them to realize a dream or vision.
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Of which we all know what it means;
a thought of wondering plans or more.
In mind an imagination of will and hope;
revolving around some optimistic core.
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Here I am, my psyche in search for peace,
In calmness as often embarked in a dream.
A dream often imagined the corrolate of night,
but this in day, a daydream of delight.
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In thinking that a path is forever lost,
brightness illuminates the dark.
Not from stars or moonshine light,
rather a glow emerging from one's heart.
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On encoutering of some depress,
inevitably to all an occurance some time.
A firm standing of using a mind of sound,
Without posturing a head to decline.
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In truth not wanting to be Unadorned,
let strewn of flowers in your hair.
Garlands of roses to sphere a neck,
of beauty to pose of utter fair.
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In measuring of a difference,
are perceptions of a persons mind.
The diversity in one's features,
should not distinuish an individual blind.
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When all seem fruitless, a desolate gloom
And you wrecked with bleak despair
When everything seems an unattainable take
and life feels like an impending doom
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This the beauty, a wonderous design,
Of clouds a threatening storm.
With mountains shaped on rugged terrain,
Waters of waves in disarrayed form.
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A simmering of the blue oceans deep,
blossoming in the glitter of the sun's ray.
Its golden beam a reflection of blinding,
circling the waters at light of day.
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Thread a walk on sandy shores,
this night so all in moonshine rays.
Moving around with uneven steps,
sneak alongside the seas moving sways.
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Not all solutions can be found,
to life's problems, doubts and fears.
But of standing acquainted together,
may surely alleviate many a tears.
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There are times on unknown signs,
in natures natured book.
A book for all to be signed,
very much more than a look.
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With repute unaided in appeal.
Likened a delicate make-up in seclusion,
Of freely in quest of others need.
My heart crammed with modest appreciation.
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