Different Stones of Mind

There is not one theme in mind here. Take of it as you wish, but be thoughtful.

Your streets waver by, 

which is it that you wish the end is nigh?

Dancing ladies of autumn dress, 

the spot of tea is which I wish to stress. 

You glance the children who play, 

which is it that you wish to stay?

Dogs and cats of evening linger, 

the lions of each in which they are ginger. 

Your lips soft, 

soft as can be, 

it is a wonder what grows the tree.

The ladies dance the night, 

the bee licks from lowest to bite. 

I write this to all, 

but with no reason in mind. 

I wish to give you thought, 

but not without reason. 

Be thoughtful. 

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[Nisreen]

Appreciating the life that lives all around
A blessing