A DAY MADE
>> Thursday, March 03, 2005
Getting up at nine
A bright sunshine,
A mug full of hot tea ,
as strong as it could be,
lighting the lamp, a small prayer
That silence,as precious and rare,
Rushing for a morning class
The spring flowers, the lovely green grass,
An icecream cone
having it all alone;-)
Few dollars earned
A smile returned,
The long evening walks
Those never ending talks,
A call from a friend
Differences coming to n end,
The corner lamp with its soft glow
A book in hand n places to go,
Thinking about the day in bed
smiling over the things unsaid,
Somebody remembering me far away
is all it takes to make my day..!!
3 comments:
That is quite a verse!
Petite, sweet, terse!
You lack the words is what you always say!
Yet how easily so many things you do convey!
Keep writing, and soon will unfold
Stanzas of hitherto unsaid, untold!
Fantastic!
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