Wind in me regains its directions
and fragrance from a green valley
down the hills and streams
Near infinite seashore, it dances
and sings with the golden light
of a new born dawn of present
moments and traces of past
sorrows drown in the solitude
of one benign ocean
A tiny star steals a dab of sunlight
when sun hides after shouldering
the hardships and burdens
of a dutiful day...





May 5,2009

Rema Prasanaa

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