SIMPLY SHOBANA

Walking Through Beauty, Timeless Footsteps

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1693135841

Walking Through Beauty, Timeless Footsteps

Paperback version with colorful illustrations available on Amazon.

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Incorporating magnetic poetry which includes:

The Beautiful Rose Whisperer

It is the roses that bloom radiant and free, they speak to my heart, my mind, and my soul, they listen sometimes to my fears, unshown.

Many times I have heard their whispers. One day I whispered to a red rose that I had admired for days on end. It was still fresh and vibrant. It seemed to create mastery in me. I said, “You hold me captive with your color. You inspire me to write of you, Your fragrance I cherish till the next morning dew, When there are two more roses that bloom in full view.” “O, the Rose of blood-red, you stand out in a crowd, You make the gift of others to me so small, You magnify love, You magnify beauty, And I am the luckiest to have a friend in you.”
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Jacky

Jacky,

That beautiful smile of yours lives in every heart.

Happy Birthday,

Let the Angels sing your favorite songs,

Harps and trumpets resound,

‘A beautiful angel is in our midst’

As we celebrate this day in your memory,

We miss your presence,

We are blessed you are ours.

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It is my sister Jacky’s birthday today. A vibrant, lovely person, she lives in us every day.

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When it is time

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Just like a flower, from a bud it blooms, in its time,

Just like the rainbow, it emerges only when the sun comes out,

After the rain,

Isn’t life a weaving of stories, of past, present and future,

I look to the past, there are parts that don’t fit with my time,

When did part of me die? I can’t recall or undo this line.

A long time ago, when dying inside was not a crime.

These are days of storm, of untold anguish,

These are days when we strive to survive the audacities, the sufferings, the lethal poisons of life,

Sometime in the future, it will cloud our memories,

Of the sad encounters that greet us in this time,

As the stories make history, and diminish the chance for us to forget,

The once upon this time,

It will never take away the pain of being part of the crime.

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