In a wood that's lush and deep and green I sat,
Looking at a path that leads from left to right.
A single lonely figure that was I, and here the fog
Was moist and warm and white.
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A path leads from left to right and looking at this path we feel life's greenness. Green leaves have turned into brown but still we feel that these will turn once again into green. Moon is looking like rose. An excellent imagery is drawn in this poem. Thank you very much for sharing this with us...10
perhaps i could warm her bush? ? ? did anybody else ever think that dear Kumarmani doesn't really understand some of what he says in his comments? ? ! this poem sounds pretty poetic! bri :)