The Forest in a Book

Pebbles in a brook
A brook in a forest
A forest in a book
The book begins to breathe
Waking up and hopping around
In my room and with a joyous bound
Through the open window
A swound above the ground

The forest pouring like an inky waterfall
Like a wordy echo in those mountains
Birds and birds oh birdie birdie bee
Leaves a leaf a one-a two-a three
Gleefully lost in the sound
Of a forest in a book
A book in a poem
A poem in your lips
Your lips… Upon mine

curtain
a forest pours down
himalayanbulbul
a bird in a book
sunbird
a bird outside
oriental-white-eye
a bird hanging
crimsonsunbird
a birdie red
crimson-sunbird-2
birdie… keen…

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  1. What wonderful work.Such pleasure to read it.

  2. Between the lines the forest lives and in-between a poetic kiss! This is precious πŸ™‚

  3. Amazing! Very well penned

  4. A great juxtaposing of images and words..

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