A mediocre
You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.
I have to stay here.
IMAGE COURTESY +Brigitte Giunta
Nature has also feelings
Like us
It draws own image
An image of glitter
Like snow on tree top
No smile can attract the charm
As fluffy cloud,
When the wind verifies
The significance of laughing leaves
It dances on the rhythm
Of floating snow balls.
Its tenderness
Speaks so soft
As the rising of sun and moon.
I have to stay here
To hold the hand of breeze
To knock the shiver of warm
Till the decay of my breath.
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