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Lost keeper of the heart’s sunny temple The deep in a wand Soul of my most secret shrine This blue sky becomes the desert As I sing for you Lost oasis of my dream The days wear robes of silences Conspiracies Creation is acolyte of your absence Where are my jungle denizens Palling choristers Bearers of the banners of the rain wind What ranges in combat against noontide But thoughts of you They prevail like rain in July I linger now on a desolate terrain Desert and distances They mock me with your false effigies Today is the day of fugitive dreams Fan of memories That is what shines from the stars The roof of the sky feels my heartbeats Farm of agonies Endless flock of gambolling birds What demon path led me to you And this cold end Desert destitute of your heart’s pavilion That magic trap of your sweet essence I alone know Reveller in the storm of your dreadful passion Take these whispers in the language of flaming hearts Font of mirages Elusive game of the stubborn hunter I hang my regrets like banners in the sky Aware of loss Beyond any gates of dreams and waiting

What is it about grandparents that is so lovely?  I’d like to say that grandparents are God’s gifts to children.  And if they can but see, hear and feel what these people have to give, they can mature at a fast rate.  ~Bill Cosby

my grandfather was my councilor, teacher ,adviser and friend

he is frank and tells the truth ,even if it hurts you..and he is one of the persons who helped me in choosing my course ..we will miss him so much

may God bless his soul