Into the mellow I fall gently gliding into green pastures
owling eyes watching behind birch, the sound of breaking pine
wild horses flying past the wind, a country of blushing skies
The quiet day arrives and feeds their mane some golden air
as the pillow soft burnish leaves crisp at my feet
turn me into a human landscape, by the gurgling lake
Into the mellow I go to dream my dreams by Autumns rake
hELLO wINTER, you debonnaire millionaire of white
cross not my path early , do not support November push
the pumpkins in the batch have barely had a chance
so wait, ...
hELLO eND, let me kiss your leaves of multi colored shades
before the tree comes shivering down the
winter lane...
All the white horses are running away towards the cave
where silence talks to them in riddles of breeze and haze
promise me lovely pre-winter teen, that tomorrow
you will awaken my bells to springtime come what may
I'll be just like the chestnut horses leaving the barn to revisit,
running through your golden fields once and thrice again.
Infrangible my soul resides in its heart,
Nonpareil on globe is our native land,
Debonnaire adds upto its dominion,
Iridescent culture its exquisite charm,
Acclivity and power we always dream of !!
A golden sparrow once known, will resume its
glitter,
The entire world will shimmer with its splendour !!
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