Wild winds slowly gave life to the sure dead,
and my move-less fitted hat flew of my head
noiseless wind quietly soared and patted my shoulders
came over hills plunging me like a militant soldiers
sweet yellow fruits had bound, loosen to the ground,
To see old ripe leaves floats the air with muted sound
there by the cool pool a curved ripple waves
while a frisky seaweed cheers and plays
straight grass blade billows, and thin sun's rays glisten
and so, the clever tasty breeze walk, climb and whistle.
YOU ARE READING
Penric short poems of reality
PuisiI write short poems that keeps me in touch with the universe. swim deep in my lungs, I've saved enough breath for you
