A memory of silence, slow rain,
Of a damp violet, unwritten poems,
A shepherd’s call, the laziness of the falling snow,
And a wind taking birth among sleepy pines.
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A nice poetic imagination, Reshma. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
BUBBLES are round objects of beauty floating free through even the gentlest breeze So beautiful! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Come alive and face the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.