Grace
A
Anil Kumar Panda
0
Altın Yaprak
The day rolls back
To the endless horizon
Upon flatness of a silent
Stream stars are born and gone
Glimmer of a new life
Sails past the sloping land
Eerie silence grips tight
The stale air with its frosty hand
The moon gathers dusts
Of stars in its lap to shine
Soft whistling of woods
Lends to minds a touch of divine
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş