The wan grey sky showers
Droplets of mystical water
Amidst, the thunder rumbles
The clouds come and hurdle
The garden of dead comes to life
Scent of flowers for miles and miles
The deep crimson, a rose’s knight
Chirping birds, a morning’s right
In this sweet season of verdant paradise
The melody of the raindrops, flinging
A flight of sparrows against the sunrise
The arc of septet colours over all dyes
Fluttering sounds, butterflies surround
Within this unravelling light, love unbound!
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This is something i might want to read in a book. well penned. =)
Thy words 🙂 who are you really? Amazing work, felt like words were pouring down perfectly. Good on you.
Aye, thank you so much. Truly appreciate it! x