To walk
with open arms and gather the gold.
To recline
on the green grass and dream.
To fly
on the silvery clouds to touch the horizon.
To soak
in the glory of raw rain drops.
To sing
with the wondrous wind that frees my spirit.
To bounce
with the delicate daffodils.
To bathe
in the moonlight of love.
To merge
in the ecstasy of twinkling stars.
To sleep
stress free and dream like a dilettante.
That is the bliss of solitude.
© Balroop Singh
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Bounce with the glory
of delicate daffodils
tender sprouts beckon
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. This week’s challenge is synonyms only – Spring & Green
Spring: bounce
Green: tender/raw
Thank you.
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