Droplets from the abode of gods
Pour on like pearl beads, holy celestial
In the hand i secure it tight
Carry it in twilight; wish could make my wish come true
Muddy cushion, feet run freely on greasy grass
Hand in hand, how one knows one is just about to fall
Smashed with water and twigs, turns to see smile gathered across
So a lift, a hand desired
Haul up and gather the wit to laugh and run through the agony of the fall
Splashing water on and across, untroubled who has ever got hurt by, dampen smack??
Lollies, ice candies, piping hot tea, and a basket full of fattening snacks
Friends snuggle up, cosy in each other’s humid embrace
Drenched in natural showers, chatter and play hay
Who said companionship is but in stories
The farthest drive seems a small distance already covered
Is it all, are there no more miles to cross??
Wind blowing through open curls, Scotch mist accompanies only smiles
Flatters and flows unconditionally
Marsh lands, twigs in hand take a trip through the woods
Cast spells to beckon love, desire
Hear echoes of passionate songs, sung in vicarious pleasure
Dwindling light also can’t shackle our feet from straying away and enjoying harmonic paradise
Soaked and wrapped in soggy flesh, I think
Happiness, camaraderie, friendship are not sagas to be narrated
Items to be preserved in glass frames and historical museums
It’s felt deep within, hand in hand, heart to heart
Who would otherwise seek such bliss in a weather to take refuge under canopies?
Who would look out for drops to pour only to fetch a cuppa hot tea?
Who would seek blessings from eternal abodes to drench us and keep us soaked in ecstasy?
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