Storm clouds brush across a puddle,
Masking patterns from galleries.
Sighs of thunder drum in winds,
As rain illustrates verses coursing through the standing spirits of mirages,
All night long.
Come morning,
Rain subsides,
Then the diamond's beams glisten in sun.
Wonderful imagery you've created with this great little poem! Beautifully written also!
beautiful and lovely, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece of poetry. Keep it up and thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.