Delusion

The silver sky, was
Slowly turning blue
And the birds with merry,
Up there, carelessly flew
I could feel around
A heaven up above
The breeze silently sighed
You are falling in love.
The river swam, like
Into her sweet sixteen
Kissing the trees around
Dying them luscious green
The flower beds smiled
And buds began to blossom
The creation, in a wink
Painted colour of autumn
Soon on my shoulders, perched
A dove, whispering softly
You are falling in love.
Cheerful I was, walking

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poem by Amol Redij from Silent Moments of Melancholy (July 2011)
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