its as still as a graveyard
the forest hasn't dropped its cloak.
the birds are deep in their deathly slumber,
the owl twisting in the old oak.
the mist blows like the stream,
only the sound is that of a drizzle.
like caravans of abandoned gypsies,
drops cover what's not their territory!
the silver light floods through the still.
not a movement of the worms.
the snake entwined with the creeper,
like awaiting its joyous scum!
the light fades,
the disc becomes a crescent.
the fog makes faces.
darkness is welcomed with muted gasps,
the holy waters, the only sound.
its no diamond ring,
but just a band of platinum
upon the cold fingers of the night...
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"its no diamond ring,
but just a band of platinum
upon the cold fingers of the night"
mmmuuuuuuuuaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
"I rolled sun & ate it, chewed moon when my hunger was unbearable, now night has brought a blue juice with stars added, sleep is opening it's tired hands on the ground,wind is twisting her fingers over my hairs, can u tell me who I m?? ohhh pls tell me who I m??"
AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!
did u write these lines?
yup but in HINDI ie dedicated to poor farmers:
Suraj ko belkar kha gaya,
Chand ko bhukh me chaba gaya,
Taron ka neela sharbat raat le ke aayi hai,
Mitti par leti nind leti angdai hai,
Hawa ki julfen mere balon se takrai hain,
Ye to batao main kaun hun...
Han batlao main kon hun....
& so on lol... it's very big poem...can't damage my nails anymore on the keyboard to make u bored..
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