Sunday, March 25, 2007

Wait

Copper leaves flew high in the wind
Rustling each other often they grinned
Thought they were flying on their own
And when the wind stopped blowing
The seeds of disappointment were sown

Often they make a feeble try
The wind smiles ever so wry
They wait for wind's mercy again
With heaps of helplessness and
Little patience flowing in their vein

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Often they make a feeble try
The wind smiles ever so wry
They wait for wind's mercy again
With heaps of helplessness and
Little patience flowing in their vein

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