I love to kiss the trees
And caress the flowers
Chase butterflies
Scare innocent birds
When I know
No one is there to see.
I love to soak myself
In sun, moon and rain
To lose myself
Without holding back
In the cascade of
Gold, crystal and silver.
I love to live
Live to love
Every thing in earth
Flowers, bees, fruits
None are deprived
Of my wholehearted love.
I cant dream of a life
Without passions
A life of
Stiff calculations
I will rather
Giggle till I die.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
1 comment:
Neither can I dream of such a life. It wouldn't be life then, would it? What is life without the mixture of dark and light moments?
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