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The Garden Of Wait…

She lay there to rest, in deep thoughts of her love.
It is so peaceful and divine here looking above.
The moon shines on her to keep her hopes alive,
Her rosy cheeks can feel the warmth of him by her side.
The breeze play the music and the leaves rattle in between,
The pair of doves, and the shiny stars in the sky are seen.
The spring blossoms and flowers cover her body from chills,
The white clouds also are seen dancing on the hills.
A desire deep in her breast wants this music never to break,
To be with her lover holding his hand when she is awake…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag