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The House Full Of Love
Part one
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Yesterday I journeyed to see my orange clad friends in the wilderness - alas, they were not there!
Were they have been shot- erstwhile the tarting birds of prey?
Could someone have stolen them - thinking it were carrots?
Were they neglected in the mayhem - all the nature's game above and below?
Did they die like vanishing comets - where were their traces of sojourn
When was their funeral - did I not prepare for the eulogy?
All this time as I was searching in the muddied waters for the lost friends:
A dragon fly dancing on the surface to proclaim its fame;
A newt holding out its tongue to snatch a miserable fly;
A bee buzzing hurriedly to quench its ever lasting thirst;
A redback hanging still in its designer web as if crucified
A faint reflection outlining soon after the ripples sent by the wind.
Now a familiar face mirrored against the backdrop of the shadows. It suddenly caught the eyes and ears whilst no one was watching.
'Oh god, you look aged!
You have been searching for long!
You drowned deep for their loss!
What have you done to yourself?!!
Although the orange buddies never appeared instead a lily suddenly bloomed in slow motion.
In that friendlier shine the prism of sensibility orchestrated an emotional rescue and whether it too will return again - if and when I come back searching for the lost friends in the muddied waters with busy bodies abound in the pond of reflections: a house full of love!
