Willingly Profound Poem by vittal vandavasu

The July winds,
Provoked me to walk,
And time seemed to talk,
'Do what you want'

ll rules and structures definite
For a beautiful thing are butchers
the imagination is bound to be infinite
It's well off expressed as it is

So I loved,
And low I bowed,
For that good lass
A heart everyone has.

The spring does sing
A song so jocund
An unfathomable meaning
Beauty is the sound
It is a thing,
that is willingly profound,
While ones dreaming
And screaming all around.

Good time to love
Would be above
the blues are waiting for a thankyou
Bellowed with sincerity surpassing every adieu