Going out...

This beauty
Of a songy cool day...
What are you doing ?
Dear...
Let's go
Out
Dear
Where in grass white wild bloom...

This day ,
When He hath cometh so
Why
We are stuck in little space of furnitured room?
So stacked
Unnecessary with
Objects ...
Objectified, are we?

We are not...
Are we?

For we sought
What really?
Love?
For Him...
Yes,
And
For Her...

For God,
Let's go
Out,
Where the run never stops
Hindered by doubts...
For...
She
Had not She made a descent
So perfect?
Like a song
Of a wish
A dream
A scape
So hopeful
As if happily laid
A curtain
White
Catching the wind...
Flapping...
Fluttering...

Are we not?flapping?
Singing?
Dancing?

So...
Dear...
Let's go
Out...
Where in the green
White wildness bloom...
What's the point
In getting stuck
Into a furnitured room-
Unnecessary?
When the breeze perfumed love
So much does carry?
Say?

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