Sunday, April 24, 2016

Water

Crystal-clear water with a depth always on the road,
Where in existence comes to emotions...
Places facial takes, long, curved flows,
An eye in a cloud of Oman looks to...
With enthusiasm Vuslat Ages, the age when tullenir,
A sweet musical, those who desire.
Rub the sparkling ripples-the wind passes,
Nesve soluklanir momentum with the waves.
Stone hits the stone at the head of a celebrity looking lit
Slip and looks for the day of his Ascension...
Tulle is torn like a insurmountable every bump,
Sequins curtain...curtain around screaming
Purify the air thousands of times run,
Qatar environmental sound sad to the top of his lungs.
The water for the ages to never stop the sky-grooves,
This is overcome with fervent passion, beyond the legends..!
Zealously poems offers a voice, above the words,
Magic flows everywhere around the salar!
The horizon of water is always a consolation it sounds
He finds one in the comfort of...heart
Feelings cagilti tranquility with water;
The horizon horizon the prophet of soil to water in the human..
Sprout like every place he calls heaven,
The booty love was water from Makkah, turns out...

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