rain-
waxes,
traces,
delights.
freely falls,
floats and moves,
intoxicates.
rain with wind-
flies to the bower,
breath of the flower,
colors and hues,
mingles into a song.
sheets of glass,
a moment so plain,
yet-
manages,
to water ,
the optimism in my soul.
waxes,
traces,
delights.
freely falls,
floats and moves,
intoxicates.
rain with wind-
flies to the bower,
breath of the flower,
colors and hues,
mingles into a song.
sheets of glass,
a moment so plain,
yet-
manages,
to water ,
the optimism in my soul.
3 comments:
Hats off to you...
why ever would you want to water the weed in your soul?..tares have no place there..,like the poem xcept for the last line
mimi..have replaced it with optimism. yes u r right.thanx.
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