Wednesday, 20 July 2016

Beautiful

My child waving at me
before boarding the bus ,
He remembering to greet
, even in the morning rush
Nodding in the early breeze
Rusty leaves and tiny buds
Cleaners sweeping streets
even in afternoon hush
A chilled glass of water-ice
In the heat ,daze and flush
All things that one prize(s)
are beautiful and mush…



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