Like a river yawns and tosses over
with it's banks half asleep
flowing to the village called dreamland
forming an ox-bow as per some beat
Her eyes are like oyster
her tears are pearls
her love is like honey
sadness is complete penury
She is jealous to cheat
in love she is gentle
flowing to the village called dreamland
forming an ox-bow as per some beat
Her first kiss is like the dew on flora
her voice is like the sound of flute
her problems are like autumn
her heart is like a wild swan
In diffidence she is like mist
If you kiss her she will go off to sleep
flowing to the village called dreamland
forming an ox-bow as per some beat
i am amazed to see this, keep it coming bro :-)
ReplyDeleteI will with your appreciation and inspiration
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