Vision is veiled,
In the shadowy embrace of palm trees,
Stirred by the fluttering wind.
The darkness is sipping the solitude from the river,
And the tangled sentiments, noodles-long.
Wordless a quivering bud
Nurtured in the mud,
Takes off the green suit
Singing a song.
Thursday, April 8, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,nature walks,self discovery