Monday, January 9, 2017

The Roadside Tree

While the afternoon goes
and naps in your arms
We sit swatting
Random words and thoughts
Like flies!

In between
two wordless moments
A gentle breeze
Says ah!

A delicate quilt
of light and shade
Over the lone bicycle
that passes by..
My gaze follows like a dog,
Its rhythmic clinks!

Looking into your eyes
Waiting with infinite leisure to drop
And come swaying down
To rest in  your heart
Like a flower or a leaf!

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