I can feel a tree waiving its hand
Before the large balcony of a cottage,
Facing the sea in a lonely island.
I can feel a chilling breeze
And the shrouding mist
From a mountain ridge.
A shoreline bathing in foaming waves
Keeps knocking my heart in rising raves.
I can feel the long cherished drizzling
In the reddish hue of a fiery evening.
I can feel the silvery drops of rain
Splashing and Dancing over my face
To dissolve the signs of all my pain.
I can feel the breaking dawn
With the chirping birds
In a summer morn;
As I look at the hospital lawn
In the dwindling light of the dying Sun.
I can see the island cottage
That I have never been.
I can feel the sandy shore
And the yellow wild flowers
That keep ushering me in…
In the twinkling tie
If I live or I die...
One more beautiful poem in this good looking blog. Brilliant imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such a lovely review.
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