Thursday, 21 June 2012

it’s raining still on the slope of hillocks,
the zephyr brings the fresh swirl -
sensation, are you sitting in
closer to open window;
looking the mystic
sky, isn’t the
orchard of emotion towards the bloom,
the amazing melody prevails in the
environs, haven’t you; hang
around the unpredicted
message from the
season of zeal,
a stranger
eager to win your heart; or you’ve been
given the affectionate consent in
the drowsiness, are you until
now thinking for me; or
exchanged the dream
with someone
else, but I
it’s not easy to overlook, the fragrant; all
moment of past, the unseen bond
will not release you, you’ve to
wait for me until; the return
of spring - -