Friday, November 11, 2011

Vasantha-My Spring!




You willed seasons
for Your earth.
But Time stills for me.
No winter, no autumn
Spring will ever be
mine
in loving blossom!

Fragrance to what need
when I breathe You?
All my rainbows bleed
their selves into your blue.
Eyes found
no vision better worth.
Feet off the ground
as You walk my path...

I cannot be me
when you are within.
I am not me. You are.
We are. Have ever been!



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