Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Joy of Living

Raindrops flounce on harsh pavement in a blaze,

Flowers foot it to the beat of rain's droplets;

A revelry of the living.

Birds trail the titter of the naive leaves,

sprinkled with water's tears;

the beatitude of existence.

On the vastness of the land,

euphoric smiles luminescent

with a touch of moisture.

Not the caliginous darkness

can comprehend such symmetry;

the grandiosity of life.

All these I see¡K..

Upon hearing your sultry voice

And knowing you're free Across the miles,

my Eagle.

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