So we run and hide behind the sleeping sycamore tree,and shake it and climb it to watch the dusk depart.
Far off in a violet and ochre sky swallows hasten home,
and we gaze at the sun and her light glide lazily apart.
You impishly wonder if its the wind or the sky,
or your fluttering and flying love drunk heart,
winking as you do you lean again, and somewhere
a mellow zephyr smiles, then laughs with a start.
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lovely cindy....i love how you can write such poetry...awesome...
BTW i am looking forward to read mroe of you now since i am making a come back in blogville...
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http://miasdiaries.blogspot.com/
Hugs cindy.
beautifully written!!
Beautiful as always!! Took me to another world altogether. :)
back here after a long long time.. hi Cin :)
your poem speaks, like I can imagine that scene clearly. the beautiful sunset and that smiling zephyr too :)
wonderful words, as always!
PS: I'll be here once you update from now. My dashboard had waned after my shift to Wordpress, but I'm back to it now!
awww....so sweet n mush dipped...
makes me wanna join in the love ride...
beautiful Cindy:-)
only you can create such mind pictures so articulately:-)
Hi Cindy :)
this is highly nostalgic mate...
but the beauty in it is... this moment can be and has been discovered right from the teen years to the end :)
well penned as ever mate...
take care... cheers...
Very nice.
The feeling is like a mixture of hues rendered by the cosmos and colours added by our heart to add to the blissful serenity of the moment.
Its cherishable.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Beautiful! :)
Stumped! Its simply beautiful.
This has that childish quality to it. From the picture to the write.
Filled with love. :)
You know the rest.
I am at loss of words, came here after such a long time and I am glad to be back :)
I realize what i have been missing... its beautiful cindy!
interesting story
very nice post
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