Nature
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My Somali-Rose
At 1st-glance, my heart yearns to dance… …Longing for your gleaming countenance. When the morning-dew rises over Mogadishu… …Your bright smile shines, makes the day new. Even though you are kind of rowdy and moody, you are still just as pretty as Djibouti… …Since the day you were born, you’ve encompassed all the beauty of… Continue reading
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Exploring You
You are uncharted, unclaimed, unscathed, untamed… …I wish to plant my flag upon you, to enjoy the fame. Your deep, green rainforest, wet with wonder… …so many secrets to reflect upon & discover. Your wide valleys I run through, play & frolicking… …I’m spellbound by your beauty which is amazing. At night, staring at your… Continue reading
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My thoughts on Spring:
Author’s note: At the beginning of each season this year (according to the Gregorian-Calendar), I plan to release a poem about each season-I’ve written several poems about the seasons, particularly the four classic temperate seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Each of these seasons represents different stages of existence, in this Material-Existence of ours,… Continue reading
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My thoughts on a Woman’s beauty:
The Canvas & the Painter!!!The woman is like a canvas, and I am like her painter. I’ve used my long, brown paintbrush, with its gentle bristles, to paint her entire body. I’ve longed to give her blank body expression; it is just as though she consumes me. I’ve drawn ridges up and down her tender… Continue reading