On a Hot and Arid day
A little cloudburst
Sprinkles,
Soothes parched lips,
Kissed by ash afloat
A listless breeze
Carrying a funeral song
And searching for
Some concrete to cling,
It wraps around
An interviewed,
Who is occupied
Trying to remember
The hands he just shook and
The embrace he just felt
On a hot and arid day.
october 2006
1 comment:
now that's a beautiful poem..love it
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