Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Passing Clouds

Photo Courtesy- Google

Dancing in the wind

Like a fairy

Moving with rhythm

A lace that I was

Pride of the look

Radiance of the soul

Blazed in the sun

Seduced the air

Feathers of hair

Paused the passing clouds

The sublime dews

Created the charm

Where I laid

Who stepped in

Who stepped out

Who knows?

Mould in scars

Bemused in the stream

Curled like a cord

Waiting for your footstep

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