When She sings like a flow of a river...
When She sings like a flow of a river
me just quieter curious more becomes
As if that song brings all the calm
As if like Mother She washes me
As if like a river She me purifies...
And me getting Her fragrance
Her Holy white of a rhyme
just gets painted in Her white lime...
As if She her as a flow of a noon tide sends
As if She me to her all roads bends,
When She colors her in Her splendour awesome
me becomes a palette for her wholesome
As if upon me She there mixes-
Colors like pink white red blue green light
with which she me fixes...
And me by Her
Flowing sunset gold
Gets a canvas of water so young as if old...
When She sings like a flow without end
me takes roads that to Her more surely bend...