When It Rains Poem by Plabita Bhaskar

When It Rains

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When it rains, the clouds breakfree,
The rainbow shines upon.
Dirty, filthy, oozy glum,
Washed away to none.

Freed from mundane gravity,
Myriad hopes blossom
Heaps of memoirs vividly peep,
Sweet like honeycomb.

When It Rains
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: rainbow,memories,rain,rain drops
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 10 April 2017

Myriad hopes blossom Heaps of memoirs vividly peep, Fine images....... very nice and very poetic. i felt the rain in my heart as i read your poem. thankyou

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 March 2017

Sweet like honeycomb! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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