Vibration
Vibration
The winter has a home. No plume quilt can compensate the tenderness of an idyllic partner.
All of the sanity in you wants to celebrate its fiesta in full. The cold wind is blowing the warm tide of your covetousness inside.
Once you met a spouse while sailing, with a notion to celebrate for the first time. As the surge in you was in its peak she left you in the sway, peeved you walked into the chalet.
A diva, once in your life! That was a far-flung delusion. A call to me was a decisive moment. You came and I waited.
The moon was ascending from the east far behind the hills, leisurely the tide in you soared, and I woke up your senses. They celebrated in pleasure.
A wow! from you. This un-explainable joy you relished. I woke you up, your true wilderness celebrated in delight and sprung to liberation.
Those moments still you savor. Your mind never wandered ever since.
Now, the winter arrived again. The warmness in you woke up to celebrate the moments once and ceaselessly.
You never make out when the good things bang at the door.
The hail of joy is momentous. Still they shower again and again!
Celebrate again and again.
