SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

A Summer Song

Outside rain plays its prolonged summer song.
Gray windowpanes record earth's silent cry.
Faint light is just a whisper caught by time,
Words spare and elegant, long lost in space.

Fingers are warmed by what a mood can make.
Touch is as delicate as filigree.
Wind blows the candle of our landscape out.
It takes us, Friend, where all old raindrops go.

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[MMMMMM]… Mellifluous… Mellifluent… Mellisonant… Melodious… Metaphor…Ma’am Ms. Nivedita UK
Dear Sandra, I loved reading this poem! We are now facing the Delhi summer! The most trying months will be june & july due to humidity! Delhi normally does not get enough rains, because people cut the trees! I saw your face for the first time on 'Bologi.com' poetry section! An authentic beauty of a face painted by time, and those eyes showering loving grace! WITH BEST WISHES, - Raj
There is so much in this poem...and not a bit of it predictable. Amazing. N
another elegant write from one of the best poet here in PH.And your writes are worth visiting and reading.Glad i found you and your lovely and caring words. Hugs, Meggie
Wind blows the candle of our landscape out. It takes us, Friend, where all old raindrops go ................................................................... Brilliant minor...Sandra... 10................................ Rindest regards, rsira
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