There are
so many births
in my mind
like benches lined
In the classrooms.

Birth of silence
between tiny fingers,
birth of wings
along the windows
towards cool bright.

Many rebirths
of meeting eyes
in unreal moments.

by Lohi Lohian

Comments (1)

A great start with a nice poem, Lohi. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks