Looks like an artist
Dipped his brush in the sun
To dye your golden tresses
And blind me with your light
The fringes of your glitter
Grew ladders to touch my soul
Swinging in the warm breeze
You enticed me for a hug
And when I grew tired
Of the passionate heat
You trapped the flames in your frame
And spilled your golden rain
It seems you gave all
For now the boughs lay bereft
But I can still savour
Your fragrant breath in the air
I love how our love story
Oscillates through the seasons
My parched surface pining
For your cooling touch
Though it’s summer I always wait for
But it would forever be the monsoon
When promises are made of a recap
Under the Amaltas tree!
Image Courtesy: Prasad Np @desitraveler
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