After the Morning Prayer

Rare Love (regerman) #1

 Rare Love

A streaking red sky is rare in my eyes;

As is a bird—fluttering, in full bloom.

But the rarest sight perceived in my mind,

Was the time my eyes fell upon you.

I was a tumbleweed, drifting away;

Deserting a dream for Sahara's slow death.

You were a red roseling, fit for bouquet;

Giving life to those who have but one breath.

Maybe it was luck; perhaps destiny.

—Or, was there no logic in the instant;

When whistling winds—whipped! me close to thee.

—Lo, feelings of love no longer distant.

As long as birds dance to swaying trees;

The rarest of stories our love shall be.

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