Fresh flowers, moist,
float down,
a bit after the morning sun
lit up your eyes...
The buds reach your lips,
swaying down from their pedestal,
the lone peach tree up the hill.
Coerced down by the whiff of
a mint-laced mountain breeze
- his breath reaches yours,
his soul touches your lips,
a dance follows,
serene like a river's flow,
wild like its roar.
float down,
a bit after the morning sun
lit up your eyes...
The buds reach your lips,
swaying down from their pedestal,
the lone peach tree up the hill.
Coerced down by the whiff of
a mint-laced mountain breeze
- his breath reaches yours,
his soul touches your lips,
a dance follows,
serene like a river's flow,
wild like its roar.
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| The solitary Peach tree near The Goat Village Nagtibba (Pic: Sreetama Bagchi) |
2 comments:
This is so beautiful!
Amazing ❤️
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