by Nithin Purple
'while this fancy a stretched art,
When cheers, her beeps long they live ,
when from secret eyes so well dart,
To scan in peace and solemn strive.
Like Caring wings of zephyr's drift and blow,
As wet streams they run so widest and rush,
She from tents of flora, mind's lonely flow,
With her wings of strongest and lofty wish.
Gaining is solitude with climbing those skies,
Not far from my arts, but live in her heart,
Which the ripples that form in motive eyes,
By nature I live and die, fancy's smart!
Last updated August 16, 2013