Thursday, August 6, 2015

The ancient tree
bends eagerly
Over the river
And drips through
Leaves that fall
 of their own
And the ones
that are blown

With a sudden gush of wind

There..
Sit with me
catching silently
an occasional word
That I drop helplessly
And watch it
Muddle up
the mute reflections
Thrown by your eye!

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