Monday, April 11, 2016

At a cliff, sitting quiet

At a cliff, sitting quiet
Where went me,
Tending those flock of sheep
Which father mine
For me did keep,

Saw breaking the cloudy shape
Of sky,
How thou came down
On our valley
With your love deep and bright ,

I just kept on looking at you,
Your beauty drenching our valleys,
Our gulmohors, our casurinas,
Our peepuls, deodars,
Eucalyptus, pines,
Rhododendrons, Oaks,
Ciders,

And that moment
I fell into LOVE
And that moment
I wished to get
Laid under your
Shine.

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