Random Compilations-2

A tiny bird shoots from the stem, petals held tightly.

One petal enfolds and then all of them fly open lightly.....

Day and night it colours like a flame, under the dusk dew shines brightly............

Just imagine the dew studded rose on the velvet of the stem, and deream gorgeously!!!!

Two lines into the Dark

Sky, it brings the fur of clouds,
white, grey and also drizzling black.

Awakens with an orange wash, to the sun's gold bash,
But at night dazzles wearing black, as now we sleep under starlit zodiacs.

From the Random Compilations

A dove flew into the clouds as it closed its eyes,
The light from his eyes taken to the darkness behind the bright sky,

The body sent back to the womb of its mother,
and his thoughts left to those who shall treasure them llike a feather.

Do not mourn with tears, let the heart help him across life,
where the dove heads, past the darness and shadow into light