Best Inquisitions Poems

Inquisitions

While strolling on footpath
By the side of wide road,
The rows of long and bushy trees
Usually ask me/
Fastened with the tender
Thread of evening,
Sprouting laughter
Like freshly bloomed flowers,
Bathing the wind with its
Sweet body fragrance
Where're those
Flocks of swans! 
Behold! 
Since how long did it fly?
Black cloud spread on...

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