A saree blue white soft draped...

Sometimes She comes
Like a soft cottony white saree
Draped all over me...
My dreamy scape filling she
As if laying a sleepy cool feel...
A gelato serving
Without being bound
By any copper penny...

Sometimes she comes
Like a wavy sea of a sky white and blue
As if a stairway to heaven...
A tibetan song with flute accompaniment
And a loud monastic gong...

A waking
Like loving too much this small life...
A vision
Like finding the Goddess tempting me to dive...
Into her cottony soft...

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