Little n’ nimble fingers, touch you,
Fold you, crumple, may cut you,
Crackle, lines mould a boat appears,
In the rain, along the drain, muddy feet, cheer
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Rajesh - A crumb, a slip of paper, a flick of dust, the mist of vapor. Seen with a poet's eyes, with favor. Blessings to you - Cheryl
It's doing things together the simple things give the heart most pleasure... Andrew 10
wow a beautiful one-- I never thought one could exalt the virtues of simple paper so much. I loved it -a unique theme. Well penned and great write ++++10 regards anju (do read and comment some of mine)
a very nice poem. one that comes from the heart alwasy touch the hearts of others. well composed and thought topic.
I adored this poem because it had a vibrancy all of its own. You the tools of touch, color, and it reflected so much imagery. Thank you for being my poetical friend....Karin Anderson