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Tiku akp

Raw Youth

Bursting of buds
Spraying of sweet suds
Lead the decaying feet
To counter cold and heat

Dancing of pools
Clanking of masonry tools
Wakes up the sleepy hound
To howl from steep mound

Chiming of bells
Sky dappled with smoky trails
Beating flies with singing tails
They crowd fields and dales

Reading of prayers
Pigeons flying from towers
Restless feet play in placid face
Washing her youth in raw shyness

Beating of drums
Rocks being washed in foams
Dream comes true in her eyes
Happiness overflows in her byes

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Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Topic of this poem: love

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