MAY BUDS DAY 13
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES,
SEEK LOVE, IT'S AROUND YOU
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I can fly on the wings of the wind
When love turns as an abode,
A life is not to nourish the bliss,
It is a window to the pure soul,
I lay between two lovers
at the hearth of fireplaces.
I am the twinkle in your child’s eyes.
I am hidden in the lines of your mother's face.
I am your father's shield as
he guards your home.
Yet I am as brittle as a tear.
Some have never searched for me,
yet I am around them always.
Some say I die with loss,
yet I am endless.
And though you cannot hear me,
I dance on the laughter of children.
I am woven into the whispers of passion.
I am in the blessings of Grandmothers.
I embrace the cries of newborn.
And yet… Some say I am a flower,
yet I am also the seed;
And yet I am a throne
_____________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
____________________________
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES,
SEEK LOVE, IT'S AROUND YOU
___________________________
I can fly on the wings of the wind
When love turns as an abode,
A life is not to nourish the bliss,
It is a window to the pure soul,
I lay between two lovers
at the hearth of fireplaces.
I am the twinkle in your child’s eyes.
I am hidden in the lines of your mother's face.
I am your father's shield as
he guards your home.
Yet I am as brittle as a tear.
Some have never searched for me,
yet I am around them always.
Some say I die with loss,
yet I am endless.
And though you cannot hear me,
I dance on the laughter of children.
I am woven into the whispers of passion.
I am in the blessings of Grandmothers.
I embrace the cries of newborn.
And yet… Some say I am a flower,
yet I am also the seed;
And yet I am a throne
_____________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
____________________________
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