Clouds come in shapes
Turtles, dragons and apes
Water colors them grey
and in the wind they sway
But not a drop spills
from these giant rain hills
It isn't time
It isn't time
Wind writes this on the roads
and the leaves read it out
from those notice boards.
Amidst the scrapers a red moonrise
Its tight rope walk, a daily surprise
The night pulls down the curtains
There's a pillow fight in the sky.
Turtles, dragons and apes
Water colors them grey
and in the wind they sway
But not a drop spills
from these giant rain hills
It isn't time
It isn't time
Wind writes this on the roads
and the leaves read it out
from those notice boards.
Amidst the scrapers a red moonrise
Its tight rope walk, a daily surprise
The night pulls down the curtains
There's a pillow fight in the sky.
2 comments:
Nice... 'tight rope walk' and 'pillow fights in sky' !
but this isn't your style of writing...everything fine ?
@Avi
I have a style now? I am good.
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