Sunday, 12 December 2010

She dances like a rosemary

She dances like a rosemary


She looked like a rose.


Her smell as the sweet fragrance 
                                                that the coloured flower yields!


I still my breath and pant to her smile


Her happiness I fancied, my feet are fit to dwell.


Lessons of love I learnt from her touch


And round me lie the traces of her flowers ardour.


She dances like a rosemary
                                        budding allure!


K.Oni

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