Luxuriating In Her Love

By Arushi Manchands

The wind would cackle, as she goes on,

Her wings would tickle, as she sings the song.

The meadows would prance, with her twirls,

And the oceans would blend with the highest of their swirls.

Bringing the tranquility to the souls, over, she set her eyes,

With the mere touch, all the melancholy fly…

Obtaining every spirit, when to them she smile,

She thrives on the love, and makes my life worthwhile!!

By Arushi Manchands