"A kiss is a silence that says everything there is to say." Guy Maupassant.
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The Silent Kiss
In the dead stillness of the early morn
When day`s orb is still below the horizon
When the fading full moon faintly lights the sky
And the southerly breeze is smooth and shy
Pearly drops of dews in silence kiss the blooms
As the first soft and silent kiss of a bridegroom.
It is a quiet kiss with glows of grace
On velvet petals as on a silken face
To mark the coming of a bright new day
Make way to bear heat of the sun rays
As flowers dance with the subtle breeze
And dawn`s golden light spills through the tallest trees.
The sweetness of each kiss hangs as tiny stars
Sparkling with shines of light from a realm afar
The lotus, lily and lavender bloom anew
Beaming with the silent kiss of the morning dew
A symphony of sweet scent spreads apace
Nature`s mellifluous perfume in the space.
Read a few of those stories of
Guy de Maupassant today (On January third.)
One of them was called “The Parrot”,
Where a tortured woman killed a bird.
These days I barely go outside,
It is a very difficult fact for me and the little ones.
Although there is no white snowfall in Edinburg, like Chicago.
This city never does.
I happened to learn a new thing from Maupassant,
As in one of his stories, where
A cup of Coffee was smoking on a person’s table.
I found it quite interesting, there.
Actually most of the time,
I feel a similar situation for day to day tiny moments,
My morning cereal talks to me while I yawn
And the same goes for others
We all utter with a tired voice,
Okay, when will be our next meal then, after….?
And I assure others, with a dried smile, a gesture
That only they will decipher.
My lonely strange nights are still very talkative,
Reminds me of a rather silly story
And Nightly sky still sounds like a sea- confined
In a tiny shell, in an awakened diary.
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