wildflowers in bed of rocks poem 1

BOOK 21 wildflowers in bed of rocks TS 7x10

I can hear
Ocean waves
Rising and falling
Calling out to me
Every time they touch shore.

I can feel
Mountain breeze
Carrying the cold of snow
And fragrance of wild flowers
Whispering my name
Searching me.

The gypsy inside me
Wants to break free
Throw away all chains
And gallop away
To faraway lands.

The bird inside me
Flaps her wings
Impatiently
To fly away
In the beckoning sky!

26.04.15, Hyderabad

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