Photo by Corina Ardeleanu on Unsplash

There’s a silence in my senses
Whilst it sails over extended meadows
Studded with pale green grass
A stream flows by jutting from the hard rocks
It’s a flowing and singing song for me
In an enigmatic language
Yet the melody is convening a smile
As my lips move in an arc
And my eyes lustre
With the treasure of bright red poppies
Swinging along with the breeze
I bend towards
And feel the freshness
Gently touch my face
To the petals to feel the softness
Few opals plunge by
And the shower sprayed over me
Of the droplets till the time who were so shy
Confessing the language of divine love
That has transpired to reach me
Through the thin air

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