Monsoon in spring...

'This cloudy day
What do you say?'

he asked her...
her eyes...
Fresh like flowers
Waking up...
Still in dreams...

'happy...'
She said...
Leaning on his shoulder left...

And he thought
They were on a cliff
Full of wind blowing...
Carrying monsoon in spring...
he thought they were at Eden
And unbound they had become...
Absolutely unbound...
Only beauty inceived by He
Colored the valley down
the slope...
And beauty colored the clouds...
The sky...
The wind...
The minds...