Thursday, September 8, 2011

the gift

love in the air on the lips of the birdie
squacking and chirping the song of desire
drum beats of the raindrops falling down
the dulcet of nature to don and hire.

whoosh of the winds and creeches of the rocks
bending arms and dancing tree mocks
come in the slaps of air and rain
look at the land wet with jaunting grains.

open your window ,let us in
we bring the healing blanket of grin                                   
wrap it over and join to sing
pull over the bliss in the fling.

splashes of the water from the hit of the feet
fairness of the stems and the smell of peat
At blameless azure with hovering clouds
my heart pounces by leaps and bounds


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