The Desire of a Rippling Stream
A rippling stream
in a moonlit night
moon in her lap
molten delight
dancing down
a sleeping hill
singing a song
and making twirl
softly breaking
the silence-glass
telling her presence
the dancing lass
murmuring leaves of
pine,oak
nudging each other
to start a talk
with this damsel
lovely stream
in this night of
moonlit dream
falling in love
the starry sky
flying kisses from
up so high
a different dream
in dancing mind
the rippling stream
is trying to find
the midnight trail
of a night bird
its distance call
could be heard
the dancing lass
wants to fly
with that bird
in the sky.
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