The rain passed

The feeling passed, its drops are silent
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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...When the stars threw down their spears,
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
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