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THE FAIRY LAND 2A HEALING WING

Monica M. Rupazo & Gaylord Munemo

GaylordAnd there beyond my curtains I gazed,With watery eyes and blushing inspiration,My determination so diminished in melancholy,I remember your gentle whisper,I remember the twist of your tongue,Do you remember me wonderful dove?I linger to your fallen feather as I look within myself,Remember the broken heart,Remember the fairytale

MonicaThat which when I look upon my healing arm, I remember. When I gaze upon the beauty of your magical words, That twisted my heart from mortality, I do remember what it felt like. You were there in the rain, When I longed for a heart to lean on, You were there. You were in the shadows, When I cried within my emotions, You gave me your other wing. I do remember the broken that was healed, I do remember the fairytale.

GaylordMy long lasting vow was that of not forsaking you,In such mental altitudes my faith is tested,Indulged in your most humble and gracious love,My soul yearns towards your open ended arms,Discover me more almost lover, I waited too long to exhibit the scrolls of my heart,There within my thoughts for you are raw and clear

MonicaUpon my heart I have listed you on the saints That took me up the heights and held me on as I flapped.Trying my wings to challenge my weaknesses.You never let go in my flawsI never let go of the memories.In my room of hospitality I wait for theeTo arrive and show you how much you are thankedAnd as such I shy to say IMiss you

GaylordSo I uncover my villainy to you yet you see the saint in me,The flying wings of your tested faith brings the attraction out of me.Becoming mesmerized and with glee I am transfixedAgainst secrecy I tell of your beautyAgainst hope I beg of your most noble loveAgainst will, I ask of your gentle touch of ignitionAnd as such Id love to say, I love you

MonicaThe bitter test of sincere sharpens my tranquil thoughts with glee,Blended by neutrality I am bound to dance to the rhythm and run with the tides.The sick beauty of romance touches my heart with tender tears,Where one can find such profound heights of love I do not know.What should I say or do,To reach out my noble trust of regret

GaylordWhen the stars don't shine at all from above,The moon hidden in the thick grey gloomy clouds,Would you rather be alone in the sheets?Or perhaps take a walk with me in the streets?Its heralded above and beyond any whatsoever element,My solitude kills me when I'm aware you there,To break vow and to keep a promise,I'd rather be with you than myself,For your words are the melody to my strings,You smile the hope to my anguish and despair

MonicaThe sun hides in the clouds, From us hiding the reality but cold.We gather below the blanket sky, Thinking of fairy sites that win our smiles.Around the bon fire of our hearts we gather, Missing the time we reserved in our memories, That are never lived twice.We comprehend our desires in our minds, Behold our eyes witness something else.If dreams were a process of reality, I would perhaps go with you.If only...

GaylordThe art of dreaming be the reflection of what we could be,The essence within clothed in the fate of you and me,For my notes are written of your wonderment,To pull you out of your overwhelming dream,Or to jump into your fantasy and make it real,Beyond our sight is a sculpture of us,Behold it tells of the pride of what we have become,In loving emotion of what we were back then,Take my hand and run with me almost lover

MonicaIf you take a broom you sweep with the house. If you buy a trust with the dues you pay.If you take my hand with my heart you impress.I wonder your guts that dare pull a wish you cannot commit.Blended with sophistication my mind tells me you a boy.When I open my eyes and look I still see you a boy.Then how can you satisfy the blooming tree when you cannot change into a falcon.A dove that comes with peace you are and so sweet don't get me wrong.I would rather host a falcon to guide my branches while I sleep.So take my advice and leave my hand...

Gaylord I dare hold your hand as I pull the man out of me,I dare commit to a challenge so complex with gladness,Worry not the light of the moon when I'm holding the sun,For your light beyond abundance I provide,Take a look, think again I'm the future you saw in the past,Worry not the depth of the river when I'm the bridge,And thus I hold your hand and appear a fool when within I am the tale you longed to hear,Look at me, look ahead, this where we fall in love

MonicaI hear the birds sing so dear, They arouse my sensitivity as I lean to hear, And remind me of light moments I would wish to return.But the birds don't sing as I pay closer attention, They cry. When I realize the birds lament my memories, It brings me to tears as I begin to live in the past.A past I swore love to never die until I buried it.A past when I remember I am as good as buried with it...But if it retains my memories to my future, I would give anything to live that moment again.Even though death will prevail the moment repeated, Nothing is less worth it to lose than a light moment with a lover...

Gaylord I found myself in a death trance where forth I thought I am lone within,My inherent despair grieved me where I resided therein,Amusement was alien but I found its remains in my ecstasy,Beholding in my trance your calling smile,But in your eyes a broken heart, desolated and scattered,Resurrect your faith in love, for broken heart history is not progressive, Give me, give me that touch, a smiling future awaits,For I'd rather take you back to the buried love, than walk with you in the agony of the living tears,Widen more your spectrum, yours are healing wings

MonicaYou bring me peace in my anxiety I cease to grumble, My soul is gratified.You bring me harmony in my despair, I halt in pleasure, my heart pumps with life.You come as you are born a man to redeem my breathe, My healing wing gathers to fly.Your confidence feeds my hope with a tomorrow, I fear not death at all, for my life it might take with it, But my soul will forever cherish your love.A love so tender my heart melts, Yet so strong my heart heals.My healing wing is ready to fly...

COLLABORATIONIN POETRYBYMONICA MUNASHERUPAZO&GAYLORDMUNEMO

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