THE FLYING MOON AND THE FLYING RIVER
Night riverran 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
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Written on 2008-03-27 at 04:19
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