Psychedelic colors, Mint cooled airLife, just, true and fair
Soft the zephyr blows, Dream a dream,
Basking on the banks, the nimble stream.
The auster sky, apposite maquillage
Calm hesternal excitement, thrills of yester age
Oasis of nugacity but that was yestereen
Now I lie whispered by the wind, robed by a halcyon mien
I see her amble the sandy bank ,
the gambol of a nymph, before a prank
her Soft wet steps and the sway of the gentle hand
as Stars gild the evening sky, like the beads of a broken band
I ne’er was struck before that hour, her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
With love so sudden and so sweet,awake I sleep my heart complete
I pray she hears my silent voice
flowers blooming without choice
for I have never seen so sweet a face
my heart has left its dwelling place
As I stood there before
in a place I can return no more
as my blood burnt my heart
my life is about to start
---sunil
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