pine leaves
lose patience
rain plops
plopping sounds
build a chorus
the path bends
path bends
near a bungalow
a milestone
the milestone
where sun had died
years ago
years ago
a young July
brought me here
here I stand
a rope bridge sways
above a stream
the stream
doggedly cleans
bloodied rocks
Arun,
ReplyDeleteThe succession of images are riveting.
Chen-ou
Thanks Chen-ou. That's an area i've been wanting to delve into for a long time. Smiles.
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