Two Poems

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 Two Poems


It’s under the blue sky

Keep pace with the rhyme

and pass the village today.

The flowers have bloomed….

smell them that is the fun.

Let’s go under the lush greenery

talking in a whisper

crossing the forest.


 The mountain’s tears come down

as showers

the stone’s sorrow remains within

… inarticulate.

When the air’s mournful

it is restless


the moon’s extreme pain ends

in lunar eclipse….

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