Saturday, 19 August 2017

a tiny puddle

with pride,reflects the sky

while it lasts.


a strong wind

makes dead leaves alive 

as it lives.


The grass 

shares its morning dew

on my feet.


a cloud 

shelters the mountain 

atop.


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