Sunday, June 30, 2002

The Lake Hill Affair


On the shadows of the oaks,
Splendid bliss between two became one.
Yellow flowers, morning dew,
Held not but cradled.

An afternoon delight it turned,
On the wood-crafted shelter.
Nothing but tea on the table,
Left ‘till near rusty sky.

The glittering orange diamonds,
Are scattered over the lake.
Four-visions remain stapled above,
To the sky, reflected crystals, it seems.

Now while lingering each other’s touch,
Oh Luna! As the guidance;
Lying on the green turned grey grass,
Saying vows, happiness –love.

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