...write not verses
on
trees
clouds and skies
birds and wings
eyes and cries
smiles and laughs
me
dad...
...of what use
will they be
when you won't be around
and
none of these would sing
but
nudge memories of you...
on
trees
clouds and skies
birds and wings
eyes and cries
smiles and laughs
me
dad...
...of what use
will they be
when you won't be around
and
none of these would sing
but
nudge memories of you...
Beautiful and deeply true my friend! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for your constant support, Aristide.
ReplyDeleteDear Anituddha poetry, art and beautiful creations do not need to be "supported" but simply appreciated, enjoyed and shared to our world! Thanks to you for sharing!
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