On a high-back chair
In garden bare
I deeply visualize
The fanciful dance
Of lemon trees
Petals of roses come
Moving one by one
To offer delicate kisses
On my lips, chicks
Forehead, eyelids
In sublime ecstasy
I feel the beauty
Of personification
In poetic fun!
Copyright@ Dillip K Swain
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