The rain passed
Afraid to splash and cause new storms.
Each glued to branches of my quiet,
a blue array of see-through norms.
The rain passed, and feelings passing,
depth, exaltation - mere dreams,
a jot in cosmos everlasting,
I'm just a speck in Time's swift stream.
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And watered heaven with their tears ...
All they saw was restless rhymes,
Specks and quarters, jots and dimes.
So that's it, my dear cousin:
Lines like yours are dime a dozen.
Mahalingam 01.04.2002 07:40 Заявить о нарушении