Sunday 28 September 2014

WAITING BY THE BANKS



The season changes; spring comes


 Flowers fill the mountain slopes


The streams gurgle with life


The nightingale sings


The tune of love fills the air 


Sitting and waiting by the banks


Oh my dear!



My heart longs for you! 



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