Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 21, 2015

*She*~by Bhat Naieem




I dance in the showers
Of her love
Like a peacock,

And feel the soft touchs
Of her Each drop
Like the pateint,
Maize crop

She is my rainfall ——

Every morning
I smile at her
Like a sunflower

For she granted me
Eternal joy
And healed
my deep wounds

She is my sunrise ——

On my lips
She shines
Like a pearl,

On the wasteland
Of my brow
she grew
Like an alluring flower

She is my first smile ——

©Bhat Naieem
All Rights Reserved

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