Panicle
“At the end of gloomy winter the spring of yearning emits the floral fragrance of love” – Quote by Poet
The serene shade beneath the serenading trees,
the leaves shake with the stroke of spring breeze,
creates the latticed yearning of inspired impression,
filling the empty space of my fathomless depression.
The bursting golden beams of sunset blaze,
pierce the gleaming network of the foliage maze,
carry your glowing essence of euphoria to my heart,
the gloomy cloud drifting across my sky can’t thwart.
The cascading charisma of your sparkling smile,
caressed by the jasmine zephyr for a long while,
flows with your fragrance in mesmeric moonshine,
the radiant fervent night suffuses the sense of mine.
When in spring the chromatic strands of hue
design a new panorama of my longing for you,
the buds spread the odor of your charm magical,
I perceive you emit for me the scent of floral panicle.
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