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Sunday, April 27, 2014

And Whispers Softly




Brighter yellow now
Each day and the blooms enhance
Softly and subtly.


 


 Next to my window
Lone flower turns to the sun
With complete silence.


 


 Hanging over trees
The soft clouds filter the sun
Which always breaks through.



 

Pointing up the road
They bow to the strong upwind--
The dried Pampas plants.

 



 Invisible wind
Touches and trembles the trees
And whispers softly.





Playful jumping dog
Doesn't know how old he is--
Eternal puppy.






Above the mountains
Soft clouds escorting the sun
Part to let it pass.





Touch of sun enough
To showcase a simple tree
As a work of God.





































































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