Like sleepy , a lullaby...

Evening
Traveling non stop,
This lullaby like
You as come,
On Your bosom weary me wishes to lie...
As if a Brahms
Casting a shadowy cool
As if those leaves yours wetness on my soul drop full...

And O You
So Mother like
Run Your fingers through my hair so wet
And Your soft caress
Spreads all over...
As if from Up there
Like perfumed flower
You choose a descent
On me like a mother late
Evening kind of a sense...

And see
Can't You the Unseen?
How me dies
Just on Your bosom lain like a child?

And Brahms
As You
Sing a lullaby kind,
the sleep comes so to You me bind...

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