It's Love...

She came like a silent breeze
After the soft drizzle that made me wet
My breathe was colder than ever
And I knew my Love was blooming...

My heart composed a beat of rhythm
I heard it murmer the sacred chants of Love
Don't know from where it learnt
May be its just like a baby crying at birth...

Love is just a feel of re-birth
A better feel than flying over the green dales
During the twilight hours, with the wind
In the company of silence and innocence...

poem by Tom Thomas
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