Sunday, November 15, 2009

Foolish Youth

Running through wheat fields
Pedalling under sloping trees
Arms spread out
Circling with wild glee.

Monsoon rains
The first so sweet
As swinging bodies
Looped arms meet

Countryside spotted cows
And terraced vineyards
This silence
Your calloused hands in my palms

How long have they danced
These eyes so young
As they traced countless stars
Under the bright yellow sun

There shall be one
To make this fairytale true
The 'Forever' song sung.

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