Her horse
Casablanca she took
On sunny morn
Through the woods
Green green as if
Heaven there shone
And rode she lone
Happy...
Mirthful...
The Sun came like interplay
Of light
Of shades...
Playing through
The leaves green
And the road
So mirthful...good...
As if her birth
Deserved that kind
Of a ride
Through the woods
Bearing smell
Of flowers by Him blessed
Blooming...
And she took a ride
An aimless roaming...
Aim less
Thoroughly blessed
Like being uninhabited...
Void coming and filling the void...
Filled
And joy-ed...
Sunday, July 14, 2013
A ride through the woods on a sunny day...
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