The curse of night over <br />like a rock that breathes again <br />and feels the surge of sensation old as life <br />stretching her cramped limbs and cowered curves <br />to fill the void that is not the consciousness <br />with rich splendour of softest form <br />dawn springs to life over the animated peaks <br />now crowned with glory all their own <br />in bluish distance deep and rich <br />replete with passion and with bubbling life <br />forcing a recognition of her charms <br />as she parades through cup-like valleys <br />that receive her like red, sparkling wine.<br /><br />Padma Prasad Devkota<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transformation-39/
