![]() The EveningA Poem by The Winter PoetHis fingers run through the book slops, A bookworm in between... The place where the food shops, A hungry stomach’s cream... He looks around the sea shore, The lighthouse is a queen... A sky is where the clouds pour, His moon shines where its seen... In the sand where the snail snores, No cobwebs in a seam.. For kites the tragic wind roars, How dead could be a dream? A fountain’s where the lights glow, He watched as it breathes... The flight of her water flow, A Smile less as he recedes... In a garden where the fruits grow, A place across the sea... The sand in an eyebrow, And thus the princess had a pea...
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Added on June 7, 2016 Last Updated on June 7, 2016 Author![]() The Winter PoetChennai, Tamil Nadu, IndiaAboutAll posts and entries are depictions of thoughts and are original. more..Writing
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