DANCING DROPS
I did not want it that,
You have woken up
From your pink dreams..
And weather has spoilt
To you the mood...
If you don't sleep,
Pretend, please it...
also listen songs-
By rainfall of May
Over tiled-red roofs
So lovely sounds...
Of dancing drops...
Evocative, original and delightfully succinct, I particularly liked your 'pink dreams'. You have a fine poet's ear, Tsira. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
wow behold the dance of the rain God Varuna! ! ! ! lovely poem dear Tsira -10 anjali
Songs of rainfall are scintilating like your write...........
Beautiful imagery Tsira, loved the dancing drops on tiled red roofs. Best wishes, Andrew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very sweet and a delight to read your piece. i love this