The Stir

Moving thru’ the fields

And nearby woods

Escaping from the

Locked-in myself:

Living behind 24 squares

I’ve observed you for

Days on end –

White and tan

Light-blue for yearning

Green for hope to see

You again

Cerise for the feelings

Of the heart

Like spring flowers

When I met you

Couple of years ago

Colours we both like

Have painted the

Autumn leaves bright.

In midst of my sort

Imprisoned existence

The white band with

Blue and red

Your dusky eyes look

Through me

And stir the wings

Of my soul.




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