Kaleidoscope

I drank a cup of silence
poured by
the sky looking down into me
in the open field
where grazing cattle
looked like words
scattered on a sheet of paper.
The horizon sat
a green forest in front of it.
High above a bird flew past me.
I leafed through the pages of zephyr.
Read the cool words
of softness.
When routine dragged me back home,
I missed that big book
of nature, full of poetry.





Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 17:22

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