Miscellany of Happenings
a scent
of clove,
the promise
of rain
fragments
of frost
in spirals
of light:
sounds of
laughter
interludes
of quiet,
specks of
dust,
optical
illusions
in days
of delight
Without a voice it cannot sing
No echos in the heart will ring
Come read,contemplate,give it time
Euphony ,floats on tides of rhyme.
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