he is going <br />the man who is living in the next street <br />the way he walks <br />the way he talks <br />and his laughter <br />that echoes long after he is gone..... <br /> <br />she dashes <br />to the flying start <br />with a sweet smile <br />and a fragrant air <br />her voice like glass <br />clear and clean <br />walk of tender cups <br />talk of teasing slips <br />what she meant <br />when she left <br />the gaps of words <br />the words in the gaps <br />wondering all day <br />whatever could be <br />the meaningfull haunt <br /> <br />the little boy <br />whose rhymes employ <br />my solid hours <br />pained with quarrells <br />over nothing, but trifles too many <br />the blue eyed girl <br />with mischiefs plenty <br />seeking to spoil <br />all her hands could coil <br />yet looking cute and <br />winning your fate <br />all fellow bonds <br />feather into the flights <br />of life and living <br />partnering along the way <br />and accompanying upon the day.........<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fellow-relationships/
