Sometimes sitting alone
I notice the small creations
the ruffling leaves
and the sailing moon
birds busy in flight
clouds in search of the infinite
the vain rose with all its thorns
the stubborn fly fighting all norms
the greatness of nature
and the smallness of man.
4 comments:
Hey.. Nice poem! Finally a poem I can understand. Good good. :P
@pras.. What did u understand? :P
Okay, I will give an insightful review of the poem. This is a poem about the birds and the bees and stuff. (Right?) :P
ya.. I knew you wouldn't miss that :P :P :P
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