My Gucci bag poem
The echo of birds, the whisper of trees,
The long summer days; the gentle, cool breeze.
My eyes slowly watch, as lovers depart,
With faithful hearts to meet again.
The children at play, walk slowly away,
Secure once again in their mother's embrace.
The heart gently sways, I dream away,
With my Gucci bag, alone I sat and dreamt the night away;
Under the magic spell of darkness that melts all away,
As night changes into day, in this Creation's play.
©Author, Gunjan Virk