Unruly winds brush my face
Laden with fragrance of flowers
Winter flowers blooming
Spreading their rainbow colours.
Butterflies and bees
Busily hovering above them
In an endless ecstasy
Happy just to be there.
Their carefree ecstasy
Touches my heart too
Settling on a lawn chair
I open a storybook.
My eyes more busy with them
Than with the letters on book
While the soft sunshine
Warms up my very soul.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
This is quite warming to even read!
thanks ajey.
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