She – Nineteen.
A lilac flower gave a smile of love,
Touching her cheeks along the walkway walked,
Silly birds danced in the their flight leaving ripples,
Of air which swayed the little flower.
Watching the grace of nature I thought,
Oh’ a wonderful female bard the bird maybe
As in a branch with puffed feathers she sat,
Tweeting in sweet sounds, sweeter than lilac honey.
The colors gently and gradually filled,
Mind to feel the gladness of spring,
The blooming flowers looked like yawning,
After a day long dance in the shining sun.
Leaned back at the tree who all spread and stood,
And along with the nature I smiled,
Along with the spreading warmth I wished,
The frozen dreams to find warmth from her.
The thought of her thawed those dreams,
New dreams reflected all around the season of love,
Holding hands upon the heart I smiled,
And pledged all my love once more to her.
Far away she may be, but her senses close I felt,
Her mind, like the mind in the color of the female bard I saw,
Gently and gradually filling with the tweets I heard,
Ah’ she the darling, the reality of the collage of my dreams.
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