Saturday, January 4, 2014

THE JUNGLE SKY

Retreating sparrows drill the air,
flurry of restless flutter, footprints on
the tracts of swirling wind, rustles shaking
sleepy petals, secret whispers emanating from
the twigs, a nascent storm opens its eyes to the slumberous 
stillness of copse in dream, canopies entrenched in
ethereal stir, rehearse for a midsummer skit
© Deepak Darshak : Maverick Monologues

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