A whimsical dreamer chasing fireflies, a wayfarer wandering through lanes of magic and poetry.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

LOVE


As the dew drops sparkle like pearls on the petals
The whispering zephyr touches my heart
The smiling sun gets brighter
And butterflies fly about.
I love this air around
And want to run in the wheat fields
Where my cotton skirt would touch the ground
And my open hair would touch the wheat.
Today, I have found my soulmate
And I would like to be a peacock
Loving the monsoon rains
And rainwater would drench my golden youth
As I dream of my love! 

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