Sunday, July 3
July BreezeLaying on a damp concrete
Exhausted by the day's heat
Watching reflections of the moon
Dancing on water, upon a perfect beat
Silver waters, in a rhythmic wave;
Up and down as they dimmed in caves
Yet flickering stars abandoned the moon
In a challenge to be as suave
The competition was so steep
It stole the treasure of my sleep
As stars played hide and seek;
Some stood and watched the others leap
But naughty July breeze did dare
To flirt with strands of my hair
My eyes got flattered with its touch
And they surrendered to its flair
As a trance of immortal ease
Gradually swept through me to seize
All the surrounding atmosphere
Into my own eternal seas
Starry night by;Van Gogh
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I AM WHO I AM AS I ARRIVE AT YOUR DOOR WHETHER I COME OR I GO IS NOT UP TO ME FOR I HAVE LOST SIGHT OF ALL DESIRE "Walled Garden of Truth",Hakim Sanai
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Thanks drear
This poem I wrote one hot July evening at the chalet, when suddenly the whether started changing and the breeze was absolutely divine. I went through a trance for at least three hours before realizing that it was almost morning.
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