Ribbon of impressions,

Weaving my dreams with it

Limning confessions.

Echoing amid Ohio valley,

Staying afloat like clouds

Stretching till Cincinnati.

Flower buds changing moods,

In a riot of summer colors.

Eyelids opening new routes

Plucking grey blues.

Raw sunshine, raw paths

Wind says : I’d walk with you.

Dews falling from sky whirl,

Went a-wandering,

Blooming on branches like pearls.

Without care, meeting and separating

Living in each other’s impressions

In impressions, a lingering meeting.

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