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Melted From the Sun
My eyelashes- rising,
To unfold another day
And let my see rejoin the beauty.
The sun is beaming at my eyes;
I place my hand before my face
And mingle with the shine.
The birds are chirping the quiet
And smearing sight of colored feathers
To breeze the air.
I hear gentle sound seeping from the flowers,
Kneeling down for a drink,
By the river-
Shimmering around the pebbles.
My bare steps are following calmly
The lead of early dew,
Evaporating into a silky sheer.
Oh, how intense is my desire
To burst in tiny droops;
And then distill to finest fog,
And melt away…
So I’ll, again, reborn the joy
To lift-off from the ground
With every sunbeam,
Lost in someone’s eyes…
To fill the thirst of the vivid flora,
And stream the roots with life;
That pull the juices and
Aroma to spread far and wide.
I’d like to borrow
Some lively colors
And set palette
Of rainbow mist.
The sun is fading
And I’m awaiting my next inspire,
And see
Where my next day
Will deliver me…
