Flares
There was no secret
among mountains.
Clouds were their adopted siblings.
*
Only the rain drops
were dancing.
The mounts stand still.
*
I beg your leave.
The spring has invited.
I have to meet the yellow blooms.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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