From the misty lands of golden moss
And the far away habitat of croaking frogs,
Came rolling in the ocean of sky
The clouds like floating wooden logs.

From the distant island of green ocean
Where the rain-soaked beaches bathe in sunshine,
And the bedraggled forests of raingod's haven
Where butterflies bask in the fragrance of vine;
Rain came sprinkling across the horizon,
Drenching the steel and mortar blocks,
And trickling down damsels' blonde locks.

From far across the mystic miles
Come fading the echoes of incessant rain.

Poetry by suraj
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Written on 2007-07-10 at 07:41

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