The Eighth Day Poem by Ena Nin
The Eighth Day
the heaven comes and ocean falls
rinses the mighty hills
the trees of dreams, some tumbling down
helplessly they now bow
nature forgets its vow
the mountain song now drowns in storm
waits for the dawn to come
maple trees untie their branches
shielding the nearby pond
tomorrow, there's the sun.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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4/23/2024 10:53:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
GREAT rinses the mighty hills. i love this. thanks.md