Spring arrived in a colourful shroud.
Vignettes of violets and pinks; pretty and loud.
A strong gust of wind, wipes it without a trace.
No signs of flowers, or a familiar hand to embrace.
A spectacle that I wish just fades away never to repeat.
An ominously silent sky beckons to beat the retreat
A forlorn mind and soul winces to seek respite.
In the corner, surfaces a familiar ray of light.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
Don't we all seek comfort in things familiar?
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