Sunday, July 19, 2009

Whispering Grasses

The whispering grasses
speak of things long gone
The sparkling stars
show smiles of yesterday
The noise of the night animals
cry of joy and of loneliness
The whispering grasses
tell me secrets
I do not understand.

1987

1 comment:

  1. I like this poem because, they tell you secrets that you will never know

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