The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 03, Feb 2017 | Page 53

Meadow

Out in the meadow, on a sunny sumptuous day, lay clandestine lovers, hand in hand, under the rouncival maple tree;

Butterflies around them, fluttering wings of pink and blue materializing from her hand, while he regulates, the blowing wind that surrounds;

There’ s magic within, and magic without. Yet love, and only love is the magic which filled them throughout.

-Sherry Verma

Her angelic laughter, and his buoyant warmth, retains the bent to settle even the most desolated spirits.

The horseman’ s son, the king’ s daughter. A forbidden union, actualized against perfect odds;

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