WHEN LOVE IS YOUNG Seems the sun shines all day long Nectar bursts every minute pace Felicities flood the vessel Where emotions are contained Truly vague is clear When the view is near Love birds dance on the perch With their self-composed tune The breeze blows gently But the summer heat is tempting The cubs exploit the jungle For the belly craves for flesh Kites sway above the blue skies Alluring to the sight But the clumping of the queer clouds Veils the sun of judgment The extremities never meet The cheetah sprints too fast The future cannot wait Limits exceeded then failed. By GB Garinggan
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 00:00:55 +0000
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