Treasure Island

shveta sahal


Rain Drops


Constant chatter of raindrops on the window sill
Provoke the cinched playful child within
Providing sail to long forgotten paper ships
Essence to the mutilated pulse
Striking ambrosial chord in an empty life
Reverberating the emotions of a lost heart
Bestowing hope to the dreamy eyes
And joy to the wandering gypsy birds
Bubbles of happiness in the bosom of earth
A whiff of spirit to the dying woods
Constant chatter of raindrops on the window sill.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013
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