Saturday, 1 March 2014
The gleesome morning rays ,
Touched her soft face ,
Coercing those lazy eyes to open up ,
And take the new dawn in her sweet embrace .
Shiny glistening drops of water ,
Clung to her ,
Not wanting to splatter ,
Giving her a mild pat ,
Her siblings announced ,
For a new journey was to start .
That docile gentle one ,
Got plucked in the next instance .
Enjoying the modest breeze ,
Between her tender arms ,
She lived those very moments ,
Forgetting old qualms .
Having arrived in a new place ,
Brushing off the journey stress ,
She eagerly awaited to get strung ,
In that vivacious garland ,
That’s devoted to the Lord .
Every morn .
Secretly she had wished to unite with Him ,
Crossing mighty hills and every flowing stream .
Her white delicate face ,
Slowly brightened up ,
Letting her to relax a bit ,
Her journey was about to stop .
Bundled up in a pair ,
When her gaze met His ,
Enamored she was in a divine feeling ,
As her wait finally ceased .
Get lost , In me... Forgetting, The pain, Forgetting, The spree... The sand, The skies The gravel The pebbles, It’s y...