Tuesday, May 24, 2011

When you can't translate everything into poetry

A leafy arch overlooks
A tea stall tucked
Under the clouds
Stone tables
And stone benches
A pet dog sniffing
With curiosity
And an obvious grin.

Just then the clouds come in
Oblivious to surroundings.
Dragon flies against
The grey of the sky
And right there
With the sun in your eyes..
It's you.

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