Thursday, April 12, 2007

Invitation



She called me to her yard alone,
To feel the fresh breeze of the morning,
To bathe my feet with the dew drops,
To refresh my mind in her tranquility.

I stepped out my little cottage,
The dew bathed grasses smiled,
Birds sang a welcome song,
Excited I loitered in peace.

She whispered to morning sun
To shine with the golden rays,
I enjoyed her beauty encircled with ripples of color
She made my day special.

I met the butterfly in her yard
Dancing from flower to flower,
She whispered her love
With sweet aroma of lovely flowers.

I saw her smile behind the woods,
She twinkled her eyes, purified soul,
She called me out of my cottage;
I lost myself in her, my lovely sweet nature

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