Saturday, August 9, 2008

Beauty I failed....

The lips of the sky seems light
Pure with touch and might
Must be a place to hide
Oh no! I shied.

Whirling clouds leaping over
Galloping horses as they hover
Racing to the end so fast
My eyes felt aghast.

Wind of the east is so smooth
To the touch it should soothe
Gliding like fairies everywhere
How can I not be there.

Smell of lilac is delightful
Spirits lifted , morning's blissful
Tranquility is ubiquitous
I still am impetuous.

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