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Stephen Paul, 20 june 2012

A TRAVELLER...

With no fear was the journey continued,
Step by step the distance got decreased...
With the pure destiny the paths were chosen,
To glance back were the eyes ceased...

Scary nights blessed with their witchy hands,
Days encouraged with the hopeful rays...
Standing at the times of falling,
Worthy was myself of the heavenly grace...

Hot roads felt warm,
Comforted me did the drops of rain...
White skin turned to pale,
Felt strengthened in mighty pain...

Being in front of the nature,
Its hardness seemed so soft...
Sleeps had sweetest dreams with dew on my lips,
Like that of a broken loft...

A traveller was I started being called,
Destiny seemed so far being so near...
Loved being called a traveller,
Journeys of mine had no fear...

Never loses a traveller,
I never wanted to be called a simple human...
But cannot walk on the place where destiny makes me stand,
Fearless journey had its end...

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Stephen Paul, 18 june 2012

HAND IN HAND...

Hand in hand we knew,
To each other we were known hand in hand...
Love in the eyes, hand in hand,
Romantic talks, hand in hand...

Hand in hand we spent our lovely days,
Shy to kiss hand in hand...
Exchanging our hearts hand in hand,
Giving each other our lives hand in hand...

Hand in hand we had our fights,
Staying hours away hand in hand...
Crying melted our hearts,
Wipping off the tears hand in hand...

Hand in hand we made each other wear those rings,
Promising to stay together hand in hand...
Married were we hand in hand,
Together without any problems we were hand in hand...

Hand in hand were our faces wrinkled,
Oldies we became hand in hand...
Enjoyed that pleasant breeze hand in hand,
Had our last breath hand in hand...

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Stephen Paul, 18 june 2012

ROYAL BLOOD...

The respect of my sword was torn to dust,
The blood of mine turned to rust...
The crown of mine lost all its diamonds and its pearls,
All that was left for me to was to see my wisdom turn...

Polishing myself with the beauty of trust,
The leaves of faith are broken with the feeling of lust...
Tired of pieces of loyalty in the world,
Blessed was me with the royal blood...

Countries conquered and empires demolished,
Days and nights and seasons were promised...
The caves were turned to throne,
And the diamond was turned to stone...

People were killed,
Graves were drilled...
Kingdom of mine was shedded with a flood,
Flood of that royal blood...

The blood of mine was the royal blood...
Toughest to win was that royal blood...
Heavens salute to that royal blood...
Proud to have that royal blood...

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