POETRY of SUMMER
Everytime I reach for it, it slips away. I get so close but it dissolves... I ask about it, I read about, I think about it But there is still nothing to show to the world Just dust from yesterday Just laughter for tomorrow Wings of buterfly smile at me No more. No more searching for today Till the morning We are free To listen to the whirling waters of the sky Drips and drops in silence and Who knows why Have I asked for this? Is this the meaning. I am so close but still so far. It fades away like darkness at the sunrise Like light of morning stars Is there an answer Is there someone who knows why I still wake up. I still see the sky Smell of the rain How could I not see The flock of birds They shout to me: you are you are you are... just a dream of a summer day ...................................... in the middle of nowhere in the far far place I know there is the truth --...