Thursday, March 24, 2016

Night to morn, loving U

As the birds are singing still
And as in me Your beats of heart
Can I so distinctly touch and feel,
As the rooster from my neighbour's farm
Can be heard calling us to wake up wholesome
As the roses and dahlias are blooming
And the new born's smile is singing
Turning our skies of Heart beautiful as ever
As the breeze blowing over the water
Making little ripples making me shiver

Our World has remained a Beauty I guess,
Like every night when we plant our morn's dress.

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