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There once was a pirate, who stole
eyes and hearts ,
sailing speedily,
by oceans green.
Its ports
white, full
networking,
covered with lime,
which delimit its field.

from ocean to ocean,
with speed and agility,
lends itself to the fight, not flee or run
.

His courage cause itch,
between those who say,
that's not women,
she breaks plans.

dreams of a projection,
reach other seas, oceans
found new, green
passion.

Organized as only she can be,
is the natural leader,
perfect blend of leadership and femininity, her hair
only watch from the darkness.

not be seen easily, the mystery
is his motto, I seek the shadows
,
only for pieces meeting.

embarks again,
as every week,
on an eternal journey,
in search of another ocean.

whitewashed port,
shows you the way,
as she progresses,
keeps my soul. **********************************************



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Chetana Mysore Malliga

Path through unknown places, some familiar faces looking
,
not find anyone to talk
to vent.

I look up, seeking light find
I can see only darkness, clouds of illusion
,
which also darken.

Wishing you were here,
to restore the environment,
numbs me and imprison me,
against the walls that once built.

Locked in my prison now,
glass, looking not express the emotions
haunt me, and I
leak.

water begins to fall,
slowly, almost not wanting to fall,
look at the sky, without any name
appoint
as the name I want to say, it will not come
.

I wish you were here,
merges light and away from me,
in darkness I used to live,
and heat in your eyes makes me ill.

However, I will not flee,
want you to live, but as water
,
also avoids me.

I see the water running, I see the water falling
,
to iguas that tears in my face
want to give.

see my smiling face, but my soul cries
nonstop
because you joy, and while you who does suffer
or if you no longer want to fight.

Maybe I should run away, perhaps I should leave
, perhaps I should
out,
may no longer want .......

Under my face contorted,
feel the moist heat of the tears that fall
like another raindrop
still raining in my soul. *********************************************

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Heaven or Hell?



Joy or sadness, happiness or disappointment
,
share in or out,
in heaven or hell.

Spending time with you,
still do not know if it's good or bad, there is only
joy being with you, without you start
recrimination.

Enjoy a day with you,
is walking through the sky,
but then remember,
that this is not my right.

From there it fall to hell, you burn me
everything inside,
in sadness and I stay,
to know that nothing is certain.

Ilusion and only that, what I feel today
inside,
my head says "leave it" should
him off.

How to do if I confused
in your embrace I'm lost,
your scent invades me
and get back to heaven.

no longer whether heaven or hell, what today
suffer,
seems the sky at times,
when looking for a consolation. Maybe

follow my own advice, and keep your distance
,
but I do not give up,
because your my catch me.

'll keep living this
between heaven and hell,
not know if it is right,
without knowing anything specific.

With a war in my head, I keep everything
no excuses,
not the time to speak,
only ashes remain.

keep thinking and thinking, ideas or anything
not clear, and all I
this tired,
while I was stunned.

again remember your smell, your eyes
overwhelms me,
I turn and I go,
in heaven and hell.

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