In that lush greenery
from the meadow your treads do leave so sweet,
that whenever the March wind sighs
it sets the jewel print of your feet,
In violets blue as your eyes..
to the woody hollows wherein we meet,
Amidst the valleys of paradise..
there has been falling a solitary tear,
from the unfolded buds
he's treading...my life, my fate
the orchid cries..he's near,
while the rose weeps..he's late
The larkspur utters under the veil of scintillation, "Await await"
And she's awaitin' for his glance yet
Just how the longin' arouse,
within a dream!❤
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PoésieHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
