One morn
Like a song
You took me out...
And
Keeping
Your face on eyes mine...
Your soul onto my heart...
Your monsoon on water inside flowing silent...
The road me took...
And saw how country green met You
There at the horizon...
Watched birds flying out sequential
As if they figured it out long
Your Love with which come all morns...
And
Saw a little river
How You held
Murmuring ,
Soft,
And
Cool
As if she had got You full...
Your white...
Blue
And
Part of me too...
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