Rain is on the way
Drops are in the queue
A flood ruptures the stability
But the patience contract the loss
The serene of the woods
They hunt at the peak of the hunger
So in a queue
A form of preserved equilibrium
Autumn the loss of the greenery
But the persistence for new
There randomness that preserved
A voyage to the next
Clouds that haze to some corner
But on the queue rays that sieve
On the way glitter spread around
But the shine that never conceal
Insects that marches to the sheath
A wrap that never break
Loneliness that won't speak
But cluster of life on ground
Birth an origin
There the game of the time
That grows to ages
Time dictator of this plot
Life is a queue sometimes
There the wisdom argues
But destiny that wait for the turn
So as to be on time! ! ! !
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Yes everything comes in turn........Even destiny awaits in queue.........great imagery nicely composed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smiles of nature reflects on your overall write. A great triumph.10