Yesterday, I had this sudden urge to just start cleaning up (that rarely happens so I do feel that a celebration is in order) and I came across this scarp of paper with something which I had written. I can't even remember if it's an original work of mine or otherwise. But here it goes....
Down by the river
The gurgle of a stream.
The lapping of water
Interrupted my dreams.
I shuffled my feet together
To the whirring of wings
of birds in the treetops
And the distant rustling of leaves.
p.s. I don't think the poems completed....
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