Suriya ...


The Pasta Lies In Front Of Me - Poem by Suriya ...

Nature lives to tell a tale,
The dusk, the dawn, the twilight,
The sunshine and the rain.
The shoots raise their head,
Oh! How long I have been underground!
The vision, the expectation,
Oh when life comes calling.
Right now, Let me break my fast
The pasta lies in front of me!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011



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