River Bank (Wooden House) - Poem by Maia Padua
The gentle breeze teasing the leaves
The glittering water of the flowing river
Down the laughing meadows
Passed the gurgling brooks.
The dancing shrubs and vines,
The tiny flowers growing around,
The birds are chirping,
The bees and butterflies are dancing,
The riverbank’s glittering happily,
Staring the wooden house with no envy.
For, they are happy for the two hearts,
Loving each others freely,
Craving, hoping not to be apart,
With each others' arms they hug tightly.
In their own dreamy world and place,
There are possibilities, rather than fantasies,
Savoring every minute, spending precious time,
Making promises of their love so sublime.
May it be just a dream, she hate to end
For, only in a dream everything's fulfilled
In the riverbank, the wooden house he made
These are the treasures she dreamed to acquire
The name, the face, the man, the LOVE
Her heart desires.
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