Trancendental Meditation or a Waterfalls DelightA Poem by linearBoredom often comes unbiddenHow shall I paint thee? In colours of bright lightening Spirals of golden mist forever
tightening And how shall I love thee? In shades of peppermint pink When the shapes that surround me
are losing their ink May I inspire thee To take out your brush And draw me a rainbow dipped in
Jasmines bright fire Drown me in thy fragrance And lucid desire Now under waterfalls labouring
shower I bid thee goodnight in this your
finest hour. © 2012 linearAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on November 13, 2012 Last Updated on November 14, 2012 AuthorlinearManchester, United KingdomAboutDon't worry if the sparrows chirp today, for tomorrow the nightingle will sing. I will read as I please, but will always comment on those who take the time to honestly comment my scribbles......I w.. more..Writing
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