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Thursday, January 27, 2011

You wanted an answer, Ma?

He be the drizzle during the springs, ma
~ moistening the hair let loose over my shoulder with tiny specks of dew
He be the color-maker of my summer evenings
~ the painter of pretty crimson to the cloud-brushed skies of the sunsets
He be the flame of the forest, ma ~ the bright red in the road-side Gulmohars
He be the wind that maketh the autumn leaves fall on the path i tread
He be as vivid as autumn in the Alps ~ as vivid as autumn in the Birch
He be my wintersmith ~ the careful crafter of the crisp fresh snowflakes every winter fall

He be a magician, ma,
who will tricketh me into sleep
pulling me into his arms
every night
hushing into my left ear
Abracadabracadas.

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2 comments:

pooh said...

Is he potter or one in Weasleys or at most gandalf from LORs? Who is he?

Anonymous said...

he will always be the drizzle during the "spring"
bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahh!!