Come You*

Come You
Love, as do mornings come,
Touching me,
And you,
Cool as breeze flows,
Waters as find ripples
After being touched by the air,
As tremble, murmuring the leaves.

(*Note: the picture as attached , upon which this scribbling is loosely based is Taken by me for poesy)


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