A Bird Flies After Summer Storm
A BIRD FLIES AFTER SUMMER STORM
Scorched land on flame in end of long summer
cracks like lone heart, breaks to splinters in pain,
waits for the air turn cold, stops to simmer.
Wet sky descends, drenches the drought in rain.
At edge of deep despair I see again
in my still heart a storm begins to blow.
Mind shards of the dark past cloudburst floods drain.
On the new day the sun would rise and glow,
in my blue sky a bird would fly, it's you I'd know.
June 17, 2018
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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