Modesty

I've been told 

the finest dress a woman 

can wear is the dress 

of Shyness and modesty 

It's pure and elegant they say.

My dear, 

Whisperers of my humble modesty

are dedicated to you, without shame

Only shyness, I feel when I'm with you. 

Maybe when I experience a certain 

moment with you. 

Is it my purity or is't how you easily

can lead me to a feeling that invites 

every confused heart with his muse 

to a love ceremony. 

With humble music, I dance with timidity 

around the smiling faces, 

While I'm dressed 

with my finest dress. 

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Requests in September

Here arrives the September

wearing the dress of Fall

The Foliage covering all the sidewalks

hiding the impacts of our footsteps

Blocking from our eyes

the great memories of summer.

He stood there, the one

Who still sends his old requests

To the Lord.

I do only worship you my God

& I know that I have a destiny

I will soon meet.

God I knew my memories can be forgotten

But I never thought that memories

can be hidden.

Why would you send the wind

or the foliage to stand between me

and my unforgotable days.

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Almost forgiving

Always comes to me

Begging .. kneeling infront of me

Raising his hands to me

Flowers had covered his eyes
Eyes were filled with tears

Kneeling in front of me

Raising flowers to me

And almost were choking in the words

Fine and kind words

Supplicant and compassionate words

Words were choking ... and throttling his voice

While asking for forgiveness!

I would forgive you my beloved

 if you just give me my heart back
& leave me in this tragedy

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