Monday, 16 January 2017

SUNSHINE

Hair trailing, eyes sparkling charm
Fresh as the dew of the early morn
She races, smiles lightening the skies
Tryst of love with the fading dawn
Like a trail of flowers wafting scents
She flows on the summer breeze so pure
I wish I were the dancing fairy dust
Playing with her misty, bewitching allure

Who is she, this bundle of delight
The glorious sunshine hiding from view
That's just me, I missed her for long,
Her presence ignored, as I looked for you!

MS




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