The pinstriped clouds of night sky above
change patterns in black and grey
with the rhythm of honey dew drips
pitter pattering on my window sills
In the relaxing transits of their forms
down fall my eyes
And off I drift to the valleys
of magic parades of dreams!.
There i see you froth
as the nectar that waters lotus ponds!.
And in the warm embrace of your splash,
I bloom as their Lilly blossoms!.
You tease me as soft snowflakes
in your playful little games;
melt upon my leafy cheeks,
touching me ,not quite!.
As your butterfly kisses open my eyes
at the golden break of day
I see the same old sight of pinstriped clouds
through my eyes' interlaced lashes!.
In their changing form across the morning sky;
now patterns in black and gold,
I see beautiful notes of your love letters
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