THE FLYING MOON AND THE FLYING RIVER

Night river
ran so fast..
but the moon
stood still
in river.

Morning river
sprinted..
but the sun
stood like
a piller.

He ran so fast..
but she also
ran fast.

He sat still..
she sat
as a rock.

Then both of them
got
angel wings..

Now she is
the flying moon
in flying river.




Poetry by anoop.m.r
Read 358 times
Written on 2008-03-27 at 04:19

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