Have they again ? Winds of change blown
The leaves of memory tree have grown brown ?
Its been days since the sun shone.
Dark clouds, momentum they gain,
Drop by drop it begins to rain.
Filled with sorrow are the veins,
As the drops streak across the face in a chain.
- S P Bekal
wow…wow…vooom….very nice poetic words…
i have something to add….
“dark is the mind, as the clouds…
no utterable words, only silence in the sounds…
empty thoughts occur, like the muted birds…
quarterly chime is over, remaining is four-thirds!”