Sweetness, warmth,
Radiate not,
Purely through words.
Their essence stems,
Only from inner depths,
Where true emotions roam free...
For you,
Surely know,
There will always be,
Reserved,
Within the still of my heart,
A purple pearl château.
So don't be sad, Angbeen.
For it is we,
Who actively choose,
Where our lives lead.
Friday, December 16, 2005
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4 comments:
Salam Bhaji-Jaan!
Hey are you a poet?
Well?
Are ya?
InshaAllah, may Allah ALmighty make things fine and dandy for you :o)
Yep! I have discovered the bold key :-D
Enjoy the weekend! Wasalam
Love, duas and actually I remembered you as I made a bookmark: purple and green ;-)
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Wa alaykum BeA Sis :)
Well, I take your question as a compliment...what makes one a poet? :) I wish I were better...
All is fine and dandy sis :D and wa iyyakum, ameen for you too sis!
Half way through the weekend *sigh*
I love purple and green, but you know that :P
Wuvya sis, wa salaam!
xxx
Salam
Subha al Khair Bhaji-Jaani
True - What does make one a poet? You are not a straightforward writer thats enough of a credit that you must be a poet!!
Enjoy your day
*nice seein ya*
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Wasalam, duas and love
Wa alaykum as salaam Sis BeA :D
hehehe
Wa salaam :p
xxx
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