There’s something surreal about this morning
There’s something surreal about this morning Chirped the sparrow, The horns are not blaring No fumes, no soot is flaring Pristine, bisque, sunlight is tearing Making way through folioles, the trees are bearing A sight, so recherche, so uncomparing There’s something surreal about this morning Bellowed the cows The roads seem forsaken The sparse […]
Those Lily White Eyes
Through the tinted glass, Peeped those lily white eyes What solace, twas, A mere espy of those lily white eyes Purging my weariness Balmy, palliative, those lily white eyes As she scuttled out of the school bus With a gaze,lovelorn, hooked, I was, to those lily white eyes I knew, that she knew How […]