Summer Games Poem by indira babbellapati
Summer Games
Clouds hoisted hopes
Cool breeze caressed the skin
That was in the morning
By afternoon the penetrating sun
In his scalding passion
Spread on the anticipating skin
How come the clouds behave
Like a 'play-boy butterfly? '
Don't you know
Clouds are roaming romeos
While sun is a commanding lover...
and earth is a passionate receptacle
Clouds, earth and sun playing games as we keep watching. Nicely written.
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4/23/2024 10:39:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Put together we are mere toys in the games played by nature! . Thanks for sharing.