The quiet night stretches leisurely,
waking slowly from morning dreams,
It leans on the stars and greets the moon,
Stretching out, on its beam…
Above the silent open fields,
it sits on bale of hay,
peaking through the windows…
watching you sleep,
waiting for the light of day
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You walked,
through crisp cold November air
stepping on dry leaves with flair
of an artist, submerged in fall
lost among the tall, trees
you felt the breeze,
whisper, to your heart.
copyright neha 2014
In the courtyard of your dreams,
where eyelashes leisurely stretch,
as the eyes look up to the sky,
getting lost in the endless blue.
copyright neha 2014
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