Love is, the early morning sunray
Conspires with the soul for new ideas
Love is, the tranquil flowing stream
It’s clarity sparkles like winding necklace
Enhancing emerald curves
Adorned with love and nature’s plan
Love is when an acorn is nurtured
To germinate into a towering oak
Whispering the secrets of the ground
By ruffling the crown of the tree
Winds pick up the stories to be narrated
To another distant valley
Love is, in the teasing of twilight
As night edges past the waning day
All in harmless banter
There’s playfulness at every hour
Love is when the birds meet
To plan the design patterns while flying
The sky must be woven with new patterns
Before night comes calling
Everyone wants to secure a comfortable position
To enjoy the love of nature
Lovable dreams will make the sleep sweeter
Another kiss of dawn will make the cheeks blush
That’s love of morning sun©
That is simply beautiful on every level! Thank you for sharing it, Amitav.
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Thank you so much, Tanya. 🙂
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