Thursday, March 22, 2018

GOLDEN DREAM



My memory stretches
like a green sod 
On the surface; lushing past
Like a village farmer 
Getting ready; as brisk
As tilling for his land
With manure, water and sunlight

My memory expands
like azure of the sky
Regaining the first drop
Of the season rain
Sowing seeds
Across the greater expanse

With my village dream

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