![]() Spring DayA Poem by Deepshikha![]() It is not what you might expect. Death of winter does not mean instant regeneration. It is the hollow echo of what is to come.![]()
Cacophony of noises, surrounding my skin;
How to describe them, I don't know where to begin. Wind chimes screaming, haunting cries, Maybe something, a forgotten lullaby. Dead leaves crinkling, fervored ruckus; Voiceless chants, simmering mucus. Screeching birds, one out of many; Lonely cries, each worth a penny. Wind sprites dancing, swirling hair; Wooshing by, none to share. Children's cries, soulless and dying, Atrophy goes on; each minute they're crying. Motors rumbling, mindless sheep; Passing by slowly, loosing sleep. Shivers rising, what can I say? Winter's dying; such a spring day. © 2010 DeepshikhaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 23, 2010 Last Updated on March 29, 2010 Tags: spring, dead, winter's end, imagery Author![]() DeepshikhaWhere Time Passes, PAAboutThis is archive for the poetry I've written, spanning back from when I first started writing in 2007. I mostly write fiction now and don't post it on here. Enjoy if you'd like. I'm Deepshikha. .. more..Writing
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