Oh!
Are you trying to fly like a bird
flapping her two wings
or you asking the trees to dance with
you
or you making muse with with wind
kissing your lips
which is more erotic than petal of
flowers
each blade of grass must be feeling
the sensation to touch your fragile
feet
God must be astonishing to see what
he made
like the painting of an artist
unable to differentiate real and
artificial.
Thy beauty is like my poetry which
has no end.
ramesh rai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heavenly-dance-2/
