Truly me

Truly me short poem

The forest in me dim and bright
The sun sparkles gold in my mind,
When brooks of feelings swell
Like leaves greenish I dwell,
Immersed in colors of flowers
Roam in the wind of thoughts
Till my songs are rippling rain.

The moon is dim on me at night
The birds of my relation sleep,
The memories are like shadows
Appear and disappear in a splash
In feelings endless like stars
Till I fade in the dark cave of heart.

Often hopes are like hills at day
Faintly visible in the silvery-mist,
My body is tickled with grass
It dances as the breeze of time plays,
Hidden in me white flowers
Eagerly wait to bloom as my soul.

The crazy horses are my passion
In a race under the blazing sun,
The seasons are like women I love
Luring my senses for their glance
I tremble exquisitely for their touch.

The sun and moon in me, so beautiful
The snow and the mist, so fitful,
The flowers and brooks in me, mild
The tigers and serpents in me, wild
Possessed in me their beauty and terror.

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