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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

PAST TENSE OF A RAIN-DROP



Transformed in to

The weightless depth

Of celestial tears

Flows unaware

A tiny rain-drop

Along the lanes

Array of shadows

Shedding love

In soil upturned

That grows corn and gold

And on trees blossoming

Before plains are reached

And in the boughs

And the soft lands

Embedded with


Fallen leavesIt flows slowly

Through the plains

Through the lives

Where sands pilfer

And sounds rhyme

Then it flowsInto the infinite ocean

Where it’ll become a spot

Of past deserts

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