The grass clings
to earth-
for a feel of mother.
A tall conifer
sends the message
to sky.
Not hearing-
the cooing of ringdoves
in snow.
Listening to
the swish of a car
on silent road.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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