26th Feb 2007
Blackened lumps of snow,
oozing silent death, were once ---
Swaying, white music.
An attempt to put up Haiku in the English language but with an Indian flavour. Other forms of poetry, equally bad, may make cameos.
Blackened lumps of snow,
oozing silent death, were once ---
Swaying, white music.
Posted by Bald Monkey
Hazy winter dawn.
The calm ere the mad bustle --
Few moments of home.
Posted by Bald Monkey
Chilly autumn winds
Blow away the warm sunshine --
and the wasted day.
Posted by Bald Monkey
The red leave-flames dance,
on the cold, autumn tarmac --
Cold fire on black ice.
Posted by Bald Monkey
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