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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