...Sometimes I feel I am a leaf...(in response to Zoya)...
Sometimes I feel I am a leafThe cold wetness of the rain
Touching and running down my face
Soothing and cooling the sap in me,
And as a rushing wind hovers over
The greenness of my flat palm
Long for the taunting touch
of the crying heavens
Sometimes I long for the rain,
When natures disheartening dryness
has become of the land,
Other leaves watching me with disdain
Hoping that the sap in me shall be
sucked into the brown branch that I so
vehemently cling to...
And that I shall be dropped
Sometimes I'm glad that am a leaf,
I need not worry about pork and beef,
Since the drizzling drops of the rain
Whilst sending shivers down my being
sustain the life in me.
Sometimes,
When the grey clouds depart,
Taking away my love the rain
I long, I yearn
For my one to return.
Poetry by kip
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Written on 2006-01-31 at 11:56
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