User:Tc sangtam

A sense of belonging How must I proclaim you...? Upon these lines dull & dry; Of your perfect symmetry! Woven in hues of perfect senses; The wind unseen to my eyes. Fill the mind with pictures, And more than ever did I wished In some strange imagination … And together melted away forever To a sense of belonging Purple skies sun burn hills & plains’ white (cotton) clouds! In what careless soul did we lie In some bright mid day’s shadow. The sky is but too low & the hearts too loose! Green woods, ripen corns, yellow fields! What juicy vines! Lush berries! My thoughts find words, strange, For the tangue to sing How must I frame thee? When myself lost in thyself…!!!