Monday, 21 April 2014

Poem:21-4-2014


A TRANSITION

 

My troubled thoughts
Own the rise and fall of my breath
Makes images of untold words
Forms into poems on will-o-wisps
Which fly on wings of butterflies
To you who are so far away
And yet so near----
Your whispers entangle, beckon
Urge me towards the window
Looking down the Cliffside----
Sheets of paper rain
Petals of orange blossom
So easy to walk on clouds
Softly float with the poem
Down to rest-in-peace
A transition----
From this-to-that


 ©2014 April

Lalarukh Lasharie

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