
The diamond sparkles of starry night
The lunar beauty ever so bright
The sky becomes a gallery of light.

The diamond sparkles of starry night
The lunar beauty ever so bright
The sky becomes a gallery of light.

The Light of the Sun
Lifts Cloaks of Heaven.
Earth Sings a New Season.

In a grey muslin veil
The last maiden of April
Sheds her tears of farewell
To earth tolling the final bell.
P.S.: This rainy afternoon of the last day of April disappears into our memory of time, being the experience of the ethos of the time we live in. Goodbye to April, 2018…

I find and lose; you wonder in vain
How it can be.
I know not, but I know the pain
is deep in me.

The green frog leaps across
the great petal of a lotus.
The pond fills the silence.
Sunday, February 22, 2011

Fresh-faced April, daintily bedight,
Adorned with a wreath of flowers,
Heralding her arrival in high spirit,
Liberating all from the grim shackles,
Breeding new lives into the gray kingdom,
Lets us leap with Joy of Spring in tandem.
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