My dearest silver clouds
In changing forms,you speak
against the blue,words
of love letters
Wet raindrops,your
feather touches run down
my temple slopes
and I, a green leaf
of white water Lillies
sway!.!.!.with your
light little strums--
--gently rocking me
to the slow glide
of a dance--
You dont know your kisses
when you lap against my lips;
you will never know
that I live,breathing them!.
But never will I tell you
the call of distant rivers,
-whose froths of glitter
throw silhouttes to horizons-
to dream valleys woven
in bright sunny lights
And never will I heed
a voice ,apart from
the rhythm of those faint
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