Autumn will go,
the spring will flow.
Love will be strong,
let it be so.
As the sun goes down,
to wear the evening gown.
So nice a weather,
silken like a feather.
The weather is chilly cold,
as the waves unfold.
A moment to cherish,
as evening quickly perish.
Walking together hand-in-hand,
with naked feet on hot sand.
Our desire to come close,
not a theme of poetry or prose.
The water splashing our feet,
lookin' at you the eyes do meet.
Neither do you speak nor do I,
as time simply pass by.
Holding you on my chest,
seems like an eternal rest.
As you breathe a heavy sigh,
the moon behind clouds pass by.
Let love be a high waterfall,
to be seen by me, you and all.
Each water drops has a meaning,
shows path of a new beginning.
the spring will flow.
Love will be strong,
let it be so.
As the sun goes down,
to wear the evening gown.
So nice a weather,
silken like a feather.
The weather is chilly cold,
as the waves unfold.
A moment to cherish,
as evening quickly perish.
Walking together hand-in-hand,
with naked feet on hot sand.
Our desire to come close,
not a theme of poetry or prose.
The water splashing our feet,
lookin' at you the eyes do meet.
Neither do you speak nor do I,
as time simply pass by.
Holding you on my chest,
seems like an eternal rest.
As you breathe a heavy sigh,
the moon behind clouds pass by.
Let love be a high waterfall,
to be seen by me, you and all.
Each water drops has a meaning,
shows path of a new beginning.
- Prasenjit Das © 97-99
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