The cool breeze when came late in the evening...

It was late
In the evening
And he heard her perhaps singing
Like a Chris de song
But which made forays into country long,
And so
The redness of heart
Had perhaps become sleepy
Like the world in the country
Heeding nature...
A time for regeneration
Of energy
For another wakening...

It was late
In the evening
And she perhaps heard him singing
Tired his body but soul working sublime
Tired his muscles running from dawn till late time
Like a bird flying in a flow all day
And coming to sleep on his
Mother's lap...
Nature perfect,
Sleepy cool
By the breeze...

So restive a body,
And an awakened soul-
Perhaps by the continuous songs
Of frogs somewhere singing
Drenched ...


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