Whisper
Waning sun sinks slow, makes
western sky chromatic.
Wings of lured butterflies
whir susurrus of spring,
waking up blooming buds.
Waltzing wind flows past me,
whispers music of joy.
May 10, 2021
Syllable count 6 per line (howmanysyllables.com)
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Sponsor : Kim Merryman
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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