Saturday, 14 April 2012


The leaves played stencil for the rays
As shadows danced on the ground
Forming patches of various contrasts
Shuffling at the touch of the wind.
The trees are deep in conversation
While the birds chirp in no unison
Creating a throng that can save a dying soul.
The soft murmur of the world
Had me too drowned to notice a serpent slithering
Lurking in the dancing colours of the day
Poisonous or not, only a bite will tell.
I don't even want to know.

It's quiet, it's beautiful and exceedingly calm
Even in the atrocious din of a busy city
Peace can be found in nature's heart
Far from the hustle of the main road
On the stairs of an empty home.

A creepy man walks silently to and fro; to and fro
It makes me uncomfortable how he stands and stares
As I decide to stand and leave
The spring cries a thousand tears.

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