WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, HOLIDAY MOODS

HOLIDAY MOODS
Come on, my beauty, my better half, my beloved, 
Let us walk along the shores of life, hand in hand,
Amidst the fruit garden, down valleys, on green mountains,
Where all  the dawn mist has turned to water fountains.

Our life is alive, pleasing and highly blissful gain,
Love too has become now a sweet pain,
My flower fields are well-off with daffodils,
A cold wind blows hard towards the hills.

 I must dance in this holiday and I must sing,
To see the beauty and bounty of this spring,
Come on,  my dear soul mate, my heavenly craze, 
The earth is in her warmth in the sun's ablaze.

It is a time of cheerful hours and days,
And bees melodies that chance to pass,
May see me nodding all in the green grass,
Come on, my love, my much-loved boss.

The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,
A cool shower suddenly sprinkles, pour softly down,
The day-time air is fragrant, crispy, and cool,
And once again I started swimming  in the pool.
-By
Williamsji Maveli

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