A Walk

                                           A WALK



Down the main street

Where Jacarandas stand guard

Lining both sides , heavy with scent

Flowers a thick carpet

Take the first right turn

On both sides houses with peeling paints

Which speak of glories long past

At the end is a river gently flowing

Snaking , incandescent ripples

A bench under the weeping willow

I rest in the shade my feet submerged

The water a hypnotic lap lap

The silence gets big on me

It listens never speaks

And flows through eternity

Felt in the soul



                                 © Lalarukh Lasharie