When Ishtar Called Poem by sreelekha premjit

When Ishtar Called



Ishtar called
streaming sun rays
caressing breeze

dark brown hair splayed
tender arms spread
fist clutching a few dreams

yellow leaves beckoning
carpet call awaiting
gentle fragrance reckoning

twitching toes
yawning smiles
clasping hopes

a path of glory
awaits her!

Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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morning glory
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