The Bamboo And The Wind Poem by mifael llauderes

The Bamboo And The Wind



the gnashing of trunk to trunk is
eloquence expressed in strength,

the creaking sound it is a song
is not complaint;

the rustling leaves, such awesome grace,
the smitten wind did more caress;

the running hill is full of pairs,
shall never cease such love affair.

Monday, October 25, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,running,strength
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