Rain
The wavering cloud clumps weave
the lattice of dismal dusk on tree tops,
the wilted willow weeps.
As the miasma of night
melts in the music of rain,
rhapsodic dawn waits to dance.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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