She Tales 24 Withered Daffodil

The surreal span of yore...

Yearned for warm cuddles and much more.

Shined far away against norm hurdles to touch more.

Our footsteps weave a mark on the puddles to fetch more.

The scenic view along the lake.

With your ethnic hues amidst the jaw-dropping shades.

The rejoiced breeze trimmed hair.

The voiced laugh echoed air.

The joined arms that rush through the fields...

The locked fingers brush through the gush of swings.

The half kissed sunsetting the horizons.

The elf blessed rains drenching the pavilions.

The body is half wet and half in sunshade.

The rain odour is half drained and half retained.

The rainbow that is penned half at a long glance.

The umbrella that is held away to belong at each other's embrace.

The wheel of the curse has cast its sentence..

For the love upon sunshine has dawned its ambience.

The darkness, the lone, the sway.

The emptiness, the moan, the dismay.

The heart sank it's the toughest buoyancy.

The lips urged its honest potency.

The bonded arms stretched for its abode.

The estranged footsteps lamed for it's aboard.

The rejoiced eyes have shut their sight.

The thrilling mind has rid its wit..

The frozen lake has shed its nectar.

The paused life has wept for its bearer.

Every surpassing wild times on flow shades a love shield.

Every soul that bypasses the wild tides tastes its heal.

Not all the flowers bloom or wither at pace.

Not all the path leads or ends at the bay.

Nevertheless, the memory of love is a will lodged at the honour of withered daffodils..!