Is it love or it’s just me?

                                                                                                                      February the 15th, 2022



 

Is it the same sun, burning bright?

No shadows, of dark yesternight.

Aren’t the birds more loud and gay,

Darting like arrows of the light.

 

The stream flows clear,

The sky seems near,

The swallows sing,

Oh! Don’t you hear?

 

Rose smells sweeter, than yesterday,

A cooler wind does blow from bay,

There seems to be a music in the air,

To which the Trees, dance & sway.

 

The sand and Sea,

The day to be,

It all seems new.

Is it love or it’s just me?


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