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Love's Games are in Season Again
A faithful butterfly On
a flower’s favourite petals The
night driven light Upon
the virgin breast The
lustrous eyes And
the river’s roving The
children of the moment And
the next morning’s tears Come
bring your script Love’s
games are in season again. Soft
as seed Yet
with roots Honour
the children of yesterday Turn
to life tomorrow And
today Love’s
games are in season From
seed to resplendent tree With
numerous songbirds nesting In
the willful harmony Of
choir boys lusty songs Enchanted
pipers, stubborn directions Weeping
laughing living dying But
oh so filling, so fulfilling Each
moment was known to you and me. In
a moment Lighter
than a presence unseen Night
is inviting the godhead With
starry fingers stroking Tresses
of moon glades And
love’s games are in season. The
tales of love Legends
blessed of time As
we love and are gone The
roots and seeds Find
new seasons In
a garden of young voices And love games are in season again. ~Deepak Oberoi~
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