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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

After We Met

After we met
the season of flowers
poured fragrance in my garden
The swallow called my name
the rainbow arched
above my home

After we met
a mountain spring was born
Laughter flowed
down the rugged rocks
of a stern cliff
careless
in spontaneous impatience
and the novelty
of birth

After we met
the soft green grass
swayed gently
to the rhythm in my mind
the seagulls glided
playfully
above a deep serene ocean
their tireless wings
exploring
freedom

After we met
a silver crescent
flirted shyly
with a solitary cloud
while a blind boy
sat under a cherry tree
casting a spell
with his guitar

After we met
the sky
exploded
in a myriad of colours
sunshine sparkled
on the morning mist
a leaf floated in through my window
and i found life
at my doorstep
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2011 at 2:09 AM

    Thank you for sharing your talent - your poems are really nice to read.

    And by the way I have a Blogger Award for you at mine.

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  2. Brown Eyed Gran June 2, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    Just found this part of your blog...loving the meaning in your words.

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  3. Psycho Babbling BasherJune 14, 2011 at 7:47 PM

    I just saw this JM.
    Aww ... so full of colourful emotions. =)

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