Calling into meadows of love, is my wife
While the shadows are waning at dusk
As the sun sets down, calling to have fun
Musicians unfold their guitars to start their busk
The green grass turns black at night
Moon wades to radiate its light
My love, lying in the grass
Glowing bright under the moon light
Calls me to hold her tight
The black crows and the white doves
Flew to their nests to make private love
Now it’s our time to make love
While the shadows are waning at dusk
As the sun sets down, calling to have fun
Musicians unfold their guitars to start their busk
The green grass turns black at night
Moon wades to radiate its light
My love, lying in the grass
Glowing bright under the moon light
Calls me to hold her tight
The black crows and the white doves
Flew to their nests to make private love
Now it’s our time to make love
Hmmmm …beautifully woven !
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As always, quite vintage. Beautiful read.
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Thanks a lot Saru appreciate your comment
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Thanks Alka for your beautiful comment
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Excellent Composition…Loved it
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Thanks Ankita for your comment really like that
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Well, written !!
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Thanks Kali for the comment
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