The sprinklers in our garden started without any command <br />And give a rain of showers, <br />Oh! Darling the miraculous spring has come again and see the flowers of happiness in the flower beds. <br />'Yes of course honey and do not forget that your birthday is nearby. <br />Please tell me what you want exactly? ' She sang in her melodious voice. <br />'Just a pencil, pencil-cutter, eraser and few pastels are more than enough. <br />I want to draw a big check and paint it nicely, also fix a swing in the back yard <br />And peep to our friendly bank manager's house next door. <br />Most probably the check could be cashed in a friendly manner. <br />Darling we could buy a house on a hill top your dream and invite our loved ones. <br />Oh! I realized the vast distance but they are the most proximate souls to our weeping hearts. Isn't it? <br />Also I want to buy a kennel for Marco for our precious son and we give him a familiar shout, definitely he comes home from his hiding place.' <br /> <br />*Dedication to the composer Maurice Jarre who's no more but I love his fruitful music (Lara's theme) to Dr.Zhivago.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-theme-song-of-my-fading-cinema/
