Sunday, December 21, 2008

dew on the green carpet

Dew on the green carpet,
Birds chirping in their nests,
Some are warm in their quilts,
Some are guarding others concrete.

The sun is struggling to spread its warmth
Beyond the clouds that have come down from heaven.

The ruins of the hours spent by
Tell the story for everyone..
Its burnt coal and tree branches for some
For others it’s a spread out quilt.

But the dew on the green carpet
Is the same for everyone.

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