As a tune as if a call ...

O how She came as a call
As if songy silent cool fall
Dripping down the spine
A flow of golden sunset red wine...
And me gets as if dazed
By Her golden crimson haze
As if She there singing Her full
Her cool flow of a tune soulful...

O how the tune seeds gives springy birth
Within like a joy of Unfelt mirth
As the evening joins more to her song
From Far she tells me where She be longs...
And me more songy just be
Flowing grown like a wet bark of a bodhi tree...

And the river still by flowing glittering me
Also  brings in more of satiety...
As if this life they all conspire to make
A journey beauteous like  A Gape...

O how She sings within me like a stream
As if there she touches my all hidden dreams...
And me like a flow of an evening shadowy
Silhouettes sketches onto her blessed songy watery...

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