August gust
With flower petals,
Where is the mountain
Off to the mist
Among the tree hands
Peeping a head
Blossom scented breeze
A sighing song to be dead
Erased foot prints
Under the leaves
Between summer and autumn
What is this gloomy eve?
Pic. - Jean Mannheim, American, 1861 - 1945
Manel K R Fernando :
ReplyDeleteThings like this
often happens
not to worry,
the mother nature
will again
make sense!
කඳු :
I wish its magical things
with my little moist wings!!
Manel K R Fernando :
everything is magical
we just have to be logical..!
කඳු :
If you can say in this way
hard to interpret the ray
of our gloomy darkest day
This is what I want to say!