I became island chains
in search of the mainlands;
horizon birds in the morning mist
fires lighting the distant sky
what else
when you smile like that leaning on your arm
I am dragonflies delirious before rain
I am the hummingbirds
I am all the waterlilies
I am going tumbling like the fall stream
drunken peal of the wind chime
gushing, crashing, ambling on
the gulmohars have come dashing down
now the street is crimson eyed
when you smile like that
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
I became island chains
in search of the mainlands;
horizon birds in the morning mist
fires lighting the distant sky
what else
when you smile like that leaning on your arm
I am dragonflies delirious before rain
I am the hummingbirds
I am all the waterlilies
I am going tumbling like the fall stream
drunken peal of the wind chime
gushing, crashing, ambling on
the gulmohars have come dashing down
now the street is crimson eyed
when you smile like that
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