Soaking in the dew, the night went by
You sang for me, sitting closeby
The stars were gazing, I see them fall,
scattered and spread, big and small..
Slowly…it dawned on me..
No sound of your song, only cracking autumn leaves,
Parching Dew…Seeping Soul..
The Grass Blade pierced through me..
Scattered around are Splinters of my winter dream.
This is an awesome poem.
Congrats KMG గారూ.
కృతజ్ఞతలు ఎలనాగ గారు.
“Scattered around are Splinters of my winter dream.” – astounding!!
Thank you Mamatha. Splinters pierce too.