it was dawn ....morning ....raining


after dawn

i went along the path
it was drizzling slowly
roses trancing in rain
as if watching faces
in the drops

rain went on
to drizzle fast
ripples forming
in puddles
as if sending
waves in my soul
at my front
at the foot of hill
ducks in the stream
wiping rain drops off
feathers
a windmill treading at the distance




Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-02-14 at 15:10

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