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The sun
is wrapping in heat
the colors of the earth.
is wrapping in heat
the colors of the earth.
In the singing concert
of the sun-heated meadow
a bee
is gamboling among flowers.
A black bird
over the golden corn
is drifting like a cloud
with a rainy wing
will fly over the horizon.
leaves Trembling hands
are whispering their prayers
before the storm.
of the sun-heated meadow
a bee
is gamboling among flowers.
A black bird
over the golden corn
is drifting like a cloud
with a rainy wing
will fly over the horizon.
leaves Trembling hands
are whispering their prayers
before the storm.
P.S : HI friends , I was really busy from last 2 months , finally I got sometime to come back to the blogosphere. thanks for visiting , though I was not here So I left a background song for you, hope you enjoyed it. willl be reading your posts shortly.
Where Shall it be
when I won't be here ?
whom my memories will be remebered..
where will my best vibrations,
silent poems over me,
my slowly dying self will be looked upon,
where my crystal clear interior
and the struggle for feeling alive, and giving other inspiration,
my real life ignorance of this world will vanish?
I know these roads,
Instead Of following them , I would ask myself where I'm now..
If ever I've been into this world!.
Too Mean...taking breath ,
sounds like life is borrowed
and soul at stake.
World has changed , So ppl
from very essence of love to haterdness.
O Lord give peace a chance to spread it arms.
Planet earth wants its golorius days back ..
where there will only love prevail.
P.S : This poem came in mind looking into the Global changes happening on
earth that disturbing the whole ecosystem, Looking at Them this came
out ..hope you like it..:).
Pic source : http://www.bluediamondcleaning.net/images/green-earth.jpg
http://globalwarmingisreal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/earth_heating.jpg
when I won't be here ?
whom my memories will be remebered..
where will my best vibrations,
silent poems over me,
my slowly dying self will be looked upon,
where my crystal clear interior
and the struggle for feeling alive, and giving other inspiration,
my real life ignorance of this world will vanish?
I know these roads,
Instead Of following them , I would ask myself where I'm now..
If ever I've been into this world!.
Too Mean...taking breath ,
sounds like life is borrowed
and soul at stake.
World has changed , So ppl
from very essence of love to haterdness.
O Lord give peace a chance to spread it arms.
Planet earth wants its golorius days back ..
where there will only love prevail.
P.S : This poem came in mind looking into the Global changes happening on
earth that disturbing the whole ecosystem, Looking at Them this came
out ..hope you like it..:).
Pic source : http://www.bluediamondcleaning.net/images/green-earth.jpg
http://globalwarmingisreal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/earth_heating.jpg
