Some mornings I do sit by the brook and watch the sun play with the waters that are tickled by the fish beneath.......and wakes up the buds on the banks.The waters sparkle as if in love with the morning sun and remind me of eyes that held my stare.....
I want my words to adorn you,
And they then glitter in your gaze,
The way the waters glittered in the sunlight.
I want my words to touch you,
The way the morning breeze whispers
to the blooming buds.
I want my words to caress you,
The way the dew rolls on grass blades at dawn
I want my words to caress you,
The way the dew rolls on grass blades at dawn

Beautiful. Can't believe it's Bangalore. You are an all rounder. Artist in a Doctor
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