Night is on,
the very far day is calling
spring is crying in an old ashtray
summer is whispering on melancholy
grass is no more greener after pearl dew
I drive the dove in a fairy autumn
clouds are floating on drifted dream
next, who is loving?
now rain is raining around
me waiting for next stoppage
- Shaleheen,26th May,2014
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