plethora of thoughts
rained on thy meadow
cascading over as
a waterfall thru
the shallows…
inundated with brimming compassion
thy glance upon my portrayal
prowess of which
mesmerized
the green pasture….
With a cup of passion held
between my fingers
I let thy touch it for a sip,
spills the overflowing
fountain,
as a shower of spring!
soaks the thin fabric
inebriating the wandering soul
dousing the spirit, wondrous
in the heavenly love…
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soumyav 