Ripples

By Renton de Alwis

Soft winds blow
over waters blue
distant hills dance
with swaying clouds
morns first light
tickle lotus blooms
peahen shriek
make morning call
sun drops drain
my mind's eye
still damp
with thoughts
of ripples made
ripples of love
feel distant sounds
silent sounds
touch deep domain
miracles make
on nature's face
touch tea cup lips
with solemn call
cheeky cheeks
and dreamy eyes
bring smiley bright
a melody voice
a ripple a wave
I close my eyes
and feel it's joy.

 

A repost of a verse written on the morn of 14^th March, 2013

 

 

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