Saturday, November 6
Thy TraceNo dear I can't wash my hair
Nor clean my body I'd dare
Erasing thy trace is a sin;
Denies me the doors to heaven
Nostrils of thy scent is full
Tickles all senses still
Keeps me dozing reality
Alerting tranquility
Some tell me my face aglow
Another envies the easy flow
Hand maid: don't wash my attire please
Removing what keeps me ablaze
Want to keep thee with me
If I could, till eternity
Nor clean my body I'd dare
Erasing thy trace is a sin;
Denies me the doors to heaven
Nostrils of thy scent is full
Tickles all senses still
Keeps me dozing reality
Alerting tranquility
Some tell me my face aglow
Another envies the easy flow
Hand maid: don't wash my attire please
Removing what keeps me ablaze
Want to keep thee with me
If I could, till eternity
Copyright: R. Khaja2004
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Leonardo DA Vinci
Name::AyyA
From::Kuwait
I AM WHO I AM AS I ARRIVE AT YOUR DOOR WHETHER I COME OR I GO IS NOT UP TO ME FOR I HAVE LOST SIGHT OF ALL DESIRE "Walled Garden of Truth",Hakim Sanai
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9 Comments:
No dear more 'bout you ;)
take a shower woman!!!
The trace is not on you my dear. it's inside of you.
Besides, don't u want to replace all that with the sent of Spain :)
thank goodness for memories =)
Purgatory72,Peach,shady q80
hahaha to all of you
D&G
Walla inti elli fahmatni we bas :)
marumba
Somehow I knew you'd like this one :)
So who is the poet of this amzing poem...let me know more...
Well thank you dear, I’m flattered it mine :)
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