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The grey dull silence
Hangs across the western sky:
A veiling my love
Whenever possible I buy blank greeting cards and write my own messages. It always feels good to create from my heart. I believe poetry is all around, in every thing and action and spontaneous speech. Renewed by the human spirit's appreciation of beauty and goodness. There is no unchanging standard that can reside in perfection in books rarely read.
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English Poetry, Uncategorized |
The grey dull silence
Hangs across the western sky:
A veiling my love
A beauty to ponder over and imagine
The title to the lines has remained to be given
Most laconic versification – nifty and philosophic. Glad to read
so after so long a gap. It seems as if you are conversing while
dreaming just as in a reverie ! Quite picturesque post to get lost in dreaming !
Nice poem. It seems that hidden
words are hanging somewhere,
just as the title,Gion.
@medhini,
Gion,
Cryptic lines as in Haiku.
Poem makes up for your long silence.
Kusum
Hi
This one is smaller than a haiku but profound in its longing for the gray clouds to pass and reveal your love. May the thunderstorms break …… may it rain in abundance !!!
sarala