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JULY BIRDS: DAY 30: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, Beginning has an ending

JULY BIRDS: DAY  30:   WILLIAMSJI MAVELI  WRITES, Beginning has an ending

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  • JULY BIRDS: DAY 30
  • WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES,
  • Beginning has an ending

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Neither in a beginning, nor at the dead-end;

A love of a blue, nor a lust of a red prevailed;

Commenced all in a nude nature of landscape;

The green paradise witnessed a sinful escape,

Burning of a hot day ends in a dark mid-night.

Everyone follows Adam and Eve's original right,

To live and lust; allow others to live and love,

On this beautiful earth without seeing above,

Blessed are those beginnings of anything;

Curse falls on the endings on everything;

A phoenix bird waits for her prey to win;

An Eve's eye invites me to commit a sin.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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sparrowsong

Hello Willy...

This is such a beautiful and touching poem...

Thank You For Sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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