thoughts from my mind to yours

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I lay,

listening to the quiet sound

of summer rain…

tapping on the forgotten window

of my heart,

writing poetry on earth.

free google image, poem copyright neha 2018




You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,
like you had many times before,
through the barren streams and moors,
forgetting your daily chores…
with the breeze blowing your hair wild,
you ran with the inner child,
in your heart…
you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,
of spring.


free google image/ poem copyright neha 2018


Only Yesterday…

Only yesterday,

you were collecting summer dreams…

in a fistful of sunshine

and heart full of hope,

and now you lay,

on the cool green grass

and watch them fall

in golden hues and crimson reds

like the open sky above you,

flying gently in the autumn breeze,

only yesterday…

poetry and image copyright neha 2017