The flares of sunshine diluted by passing clouds. Feet are tapping, Steadily to the downpour on the road. The murmurs of wind, Locking unknown song In the air. When everything still and silent, The wetted windows Waiting for caresses of these artistic fingers.
Hi Jeyanthi. First, the only errors I can see is 'foots', in English one foot, and more than one is feet. So you line would then read 'Feet are tapping'. And the second, is 'of (this) these artistic fingers' or 'this artistic finger'. With those corrections the poem is another beautiful flow of words. I really love this
poem, and is a wonderful description of wet weather, alf
Hi Jeyanthi. First, the only errors I can see is 'foots', in English one foot, and more than one is feet. So you line would then read 'Feet are tapping'. And the second, is 'of (this) these artistic fingers' or 'this artistic finger'. With those corrections the poem is another beautiful flow of words. I really love this
poem, and is a wonderful description of wet weather, alf
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