On Sunday Morning Poem by Keerthi Poluru
On Sunday Morning
soaking in the sunlight
under the trellis of greenery,
shadows dancing on the face,
warmth lulling to a slumber,
faint music pouring into the ears,
fleets of feelings unfolding,
dancing with the memories,
untold stories peaking behind
the closed lit eyes,
pressing to let out.
A refined poetic imagination, Keerthi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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5/11/2024 1:49:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
faint music pouring into the ears, fleets of feelings unfolding, dancing with the memories, .. Beautiful memories that llinger in the soul keeps us going on and on and on. tony