Rain out of season,
uncomfortably blue;
At the brink of spring,
where flowers must bloom;
Where leaves hatched newly,
shivered in the chill;
Between the rains,
and winter frills;
I watched through my window,
these wondrous clouds,
blanket my world,
in wondrous shroud;
And within the chaos,
of this uncharacteristic truce,
I could see clearly, a world,
as calm as a noose;
This windy, rainy evening.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
Cool poem.The first line is so beautiful.
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Hey thanks 🙂
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