Her Gift Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

Her Gift



Artless sky is seeing with her eyes.
Hazy light is shining with her smile.
Muted wind is singing with her voice.
Lonely night is dancing with her song.
Poor place is flourishing with her legacy.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,song,wind
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