Rustles Of Love

 May 02, 2019

Rustles Of Love

Rustles of love in the wind of tonight
Happy clouds moon walking in the white light
The night jasmine blooming mists of scents
The dreams in waters begin to condense.
The playful dance and mirth of moth
Pretty mouth full of ecstatic froth
Cozy and caressing such is the air
As pristine as a holy prayer.
The heart whispered softly sweet rhythm and blues
I can’t hold back or make an excuse
Rustles of love in the wind of tonight
Happy clouds moon walking in the white light.

-Arun Bahadur Gurung

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