The Blue Gate
The Blue Gate
A door scattered with blue blossoms,
An opening where morning light flows.
Dreams sparkle within wandering eyes,
Memories stir in the breeze’s gentle chill.
The fragrance of sugarcane blends with melody,
The sparrow’s wings sing a lively tune.
Paths of recollection flow like soft wax,
The heart wanders seeking gentle solace.
Laughter rises among leafy gatherings,
Children’s smiles paint colors in the air.
The blue gate opens to a world of dreams,
Even in silence, joy quietly spreads.
GR kaviyoor
04 12 2025
(Canada, Toronto)
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