You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,
like you had many times before,
through the barren streams and moors,
forgetting your daily chores…
with the breeze blowing your hair wild,
you ran with the inner child,
in your heart…
you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,
of spring.
free google image/ poem copyright neha 2016
In gentle waves
kissed by the morning sun
the chaos of the night
was undone
as the eyes rested
on the serene skies of the day…
You and I stood barefeet,
feeling the soft, cool, breeze
brush our face
as our heart swayed
in love.
You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,
like you had many times before,
through the barren streams and moors,
forgetting your daily chores…
with the breeze blowing your hair wild,
you ran with the inner child,
in your heart…
you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,
of spring.
Free google image*
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