sweating feet in rock fragments,
water piling up
dredge my skin at fallen flowers,
hare feeds on grass
in beads between my leaves images!
clouds skim orange to blues,
on either sides rove blacks,
winds swallowing mystic currents
drift to cloud moods breathless around.
Through my wounds in green drapers
now, I hear her mezzo!
Glistening eyes! through her hair
I see, my thoughts run doling dove
to attune, roses with sap and vigor
of mud to drench in my tears of love.
my hazy hand glides on her naked back
now my leaves plash with cross knots.
In vibes of her breathes
warmth stirs in embracing airs,
along raise mystic currents
in brooks, melting into skies.
our leaves turn brittle
away from their ribs to this mystic force!
Delighting moon sparks
under skies in attires of lilly whites
calming our leaves and residues
ethreal reach as dews.
early sun revives the vigil of winds
in awakening airs,
we are the branches of same tree.
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