Have you dear
Smelt the rain
In the lucid air?
As if She there
Has unraveled her parfum
There...
Up in the sky...
Stretched so far
And so wide...
As if She telling me
Life is real big
Awesome
As if falls of dimes through pockets
Holed
Like failures are meaningless...
As if She hath cometh in her most blessed kind
A console...
A songy soul...
A prayer for rains more...
On grass green a football field...
And a dream...
Yet to be...
(Note:- for those young hearts who lost today's football match in tiebreaker, even after playing real good...)
No comments:
Post a Comment