Blooming Love
The silent wind from the realm of the storm
Went gliding by through the lonely night
Collecting scattered pieces of dreams
A sensual flower it espied
Dancing in circles around it crept
To whisper a sweet kiss on the petal’s neck
Gently caressing the dew wet shine
As red mingled into orange
A fire rose from within
Embracing the sweetness of the nectar
Quenching its thirst, worshiping her soul
When the golden rays touched the clouds
The scarlet flower opened to the world
Mesmerizing, mystical bloom
The wind rose above her with delight
The perfume of crushed sensuality filling the garden
By- Tahera Mannan
20/8/13
For Nette’s Softly Sensual” contest
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