In Search of Love
Have you met a little droplet of dew today?
As soon as it touched your bare breast
The stars started the seventh symphony
And the sky smiled across the untrodden milky ways
Soft hands when in worshipping your naked glittering glory
Have you met the dewdrop then?
Have you watched the slow passage of a bluebird’s feather?
When the dear riverbank hugged the misty morning
And a solitary star remained awake at the head
Of that contented child, forever submerged in sleep’s domain
With all the shining gifts from the fairies and genies
Have you followed the floating feather then?
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