Nov 12, 20221 min read

The Poetry Season

By Rubeshwaran

A drizzling cloud in the distance,

My body gets thirsty in its impact.

I felt the season of spring with my bare foot,

Those eyes were struggling to look those beautiful view.

When my heart get soaked in it,

While mesmerizing, it searches for a language to show this beauty and finally forgets everything.

By Rubeshwaran

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