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a poem of imagination |
| You are perched in a golden chair With a shining crown above your hair. You are drenched with raining flowers urging me to descry you for hours When you run to catch the butterfly, your both anklets sing so high. Catching the attire when you play You make me insane for a whole day You sing with birds and flow with rill At that jiff, paradise is what I feel Never seen such an enchanter before Who lures me to watch her more and more. When the sun rays kiss your cheek, Your skin turns rosy at its peak After the cool breeze caresses your figure, You feel tickled and start to shiver I begin to love your angelic charm And want to be the king of your realm ‘I love you’ is what I want to scream But I am afraid this is only the day dream Only the day-dream……. |