Oranges! Those were sweet and relishing As if Keats's singing Tongue tasted the nectar And eyes cherished beams A world all vacant...hymns, Open in extremes No fears, no care Neither darkling screams Soul follows the ecstatic beats And the heat...The warmth Evapourated the stream! O'cloud! How it gleams! Swirls, Sways and swings And kisses the brim We translated into A poem: A poetic dream #shower
