Faster... Poem by Praveen Thach

Faster...



A Crescent moon glides as a stork,
Through the night Sky.
I Doubt it might be faster,
Than a puppy's tail wagging.
Even faster perhaps,
Is the early sunbeams pacing.
They never change direction,
Nor tire in guiding.

Monday, January 11, 2010
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