Mar 2013
The wind, wipes out the dust;
clouds march towards the west;
sometimes Lilly’s petals fade,
She is still celestial.
The Pebbles in the pool,
drops lyrics of small whirl.
It become a broken mirror
She is still a ******.
The summer fruits thrive
bunches of grapes arrive
her feisty body wet;
Still, she is very elegant.
Black clouds covered in veil;
soil smells of horse’s tail;
Her earth feels shocked
Still, she is very bold.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
