Beneath the sacred canopy,
Where whispers of the forest sigh,
Come, Mallika, with me, you’ll see
The world in hues of emerald sky.
The lotus blooms, a fragrant spell,
In waters pure, reflecting grace,
While secrets that flowers tell
Adorn the beauty of your face.
The shadows dance in dappled light,
A symphony of green and gold,
In this serene and gentle night,
A tale of love begins to unfold.
The river sings its lullaby,
As breezes weave through ancient trees,
And stars align in the velvet sky,
Their shimmer soft, a tender tease.
Come, Mallika, let us be free,
Within this temple nature has made,
Beneath the sacred canopy,
In dreams where love shall never fade.
:: 08.01.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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