Be Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Be

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The flowers spoke nothing
They waited patiently
For indifferent lovers.
Their rainbow colors
Briefly touched
The edge of the sky.

Their existence, however real,
Was close-ended
Being trapped in the sun.
Drinking moon-beams
As birds in the higher zones do
They want to be.

Monday, November 24, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: rainbow,trapped
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