The rain lashes
The curled eye brow
Of the meager land where
The trees extend their fronds
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Your poem reminded me of the sawan season in South Asia. Here in Portugal, everything is artificial. What do the people here know about the sawan rains?
Beautiful. The description of the eain, the trees
Loveliest painting of departing a stormy night and greeting the new day's sunrays. Brilliant poem, sweetest worded and I have read this beautiful poem about the changing nature as an exceklent book.5 Stars full on Top
Night blooms into morn The strands of golden ray Wash away all the memories.The rainy, stormy night departs and a bright day light takes over. Beautiful. Wisely composed. Top marks