And So It Is Born


Sometimes it comes softly
wafting into the mind
on the spring breeze
waiting to flower into beauty
Exuding the warm glow
of the summer sun
it blossoms into fulfilment

Sometimes it begins on a stormy note
wrenched from your soul
a raging autumn tempest
ripping through your skin
dripping blood
that falls as a poem
and stains the winter snow

© 2015 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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