Monday, 16 August 2021

gift

 whistling water waves by the wavering grass,
as a hand looks out from the boat,
hoping to wave a greeting,
at a friend,
soon raindrops kiss the river,
and she puts her hand down,
but wait,
a umbrella runs through the field,
towards the water,
and finally letting it go,
waves to complete the moment,
as both smile to the same tune of a love,
that was wrapped in friendship,
as an unopened gift.

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