Saturday, March 16, 2019

Monsif Beroual writes


Our life is like a song
Written by gold
In every word
Filled of joy
We are in love
Like spring's season
Fully of beauty.
She is my muse
The ink of love fills my heart
Word after word
Made by gold
Carried by wind
Whispers in my ears
Rocks my heart
Shakes my soul
Burns, burns, with the fire of love
Burning us
Dancing under the moon’s light
Reaching the skies
The seven skies
There's no limit
For our love
Is infinite love
As space and time
Cause she is
My holy muse
My living poem
And my heaven's gift.
Related image
The Muse -- Fabian Perez

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