Phaidros...me born...and Phaedrus you, as if...

Sometimes
By Your gold draped
me gets born
Phaidros kind
As if you latin elements
In me pour...

And You
Phaedrus
Pass by
Philos
And Agape...

And
We talk
Ethereal
We talk silent
We talk taking bends of life
And the highway super
We run
Dipping
The dipper
Night roads
Daylights
Evening songs
Afternoon ragas...

We run...

As if bright
Illumed
Jocund
Mirthful
Monsoony
Dewy
Rainy
Iced
Fiery
Blessed
Eternal...

We talk
By silence
Going nearer to Him
And Her...

We glow
We burn
We by songs , songy fully become...

As if Latinised Greek...
As French too...
We grow
Like those tunes grew
Across those strawberry fields...

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