Friday, 27 February 2009

Thy four letter word

You articulate satisfaction to the core

Grant us with such brilliant beauty never felt before

Oh the beauty thy create

No longer we cry of blues

As every trace of tension you take

Thy magnificence

With you we are pleased,

Blissfully pleased each time you’re at hand

Oh when you’re at hand,

We’re at ease

In every breath of tranquillity

Finally we’re at peace

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