Sun's chrome rays
Wash my morning face
Parting it's ways
Through tamarind lace
Dancing mist sliver
Like spider web river
On the grass's quiver
And still I don't shiver!
The shy sky - fawn
With butter white crown
An artist up at dawn
Painting on her, on....
Foliage under my feet
Does a brief tete'-a-tete'
With my heals that speak
Of love to the earth beneath
A bright pigeon pair
Whispers wind on my hair
As if there's no time to spare
They Quickly declare
Ah! What a beauty life is!
Dancing mist sliver Like spider web river On the grass's quiver And still I don't shiver! Can any one paint a cool misty morning with greater beauty? Just lovely, Illa! For this wonderful write, I give you a 10
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A refined poetic imagination, Ila. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.