THE MORNING HUG


THE MORNING HUG

The night it seems pitch dark;
Except a thin lining of moon mark.
The ground is warp with mist and fog;
Far somewhere can be heard the howling dog.

The wind was playing hide and seek;
Whistling through the long and messy bamboo’s whisk.
The shadows were seems mysteriously evil;
Tur tur tur beetles sounds no less than devil.

Believe it or not you have to trust;
The only shelter was the marooned rusty hut.
Located in the center of jungle with door shut;
All you can find on it is the thick layers of dust.

From thin air a beautiful angle appears;
Wearing a pretty white gown looks amazingly fair.
The jungle dance as birds chirrup in joy;
As if the queen of queens is on its convoy.

She steps on the stair and the candle glow;
Everything submerges in golden dust as harmony flow.
The blue eye prince came out of the dewpond;
Soon their eyes bind them into a hypnotic bond.

Lily of joy and rose of love blossom up;
The hut too turns into a castle sup.
Prince of aqua picks up the angel of pearl;
Her cheeks turn pink half covered with curl.

Suddenly the beautiful moment freeze;
Fragrance from the east came with a gentle breeze.
But the night seems small for the soul in love;
As there bodies were bend in passionate curve.

They were still in the lust, kiss and lean;
Sunrise and the morning rays invade the scene.
Before they vanish the ultimate sentiment lent;
THE MORNING HUG essence all it meant.

The color of the prose darken as the night progress.

Comments

wwisdom words said…
ahhhh...dis is nice..i liked it specially the lines Prince of aqua picks up the angel of pearl.des a really gud matchin of words:)

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