summayya Posted May 14, 2009 Share Posted May 14, 2009 Poetry is coming back to me!! A monk In the garden the robin and the rose carry my tale on their wings. Silently the moon creeps up and hangs on the naked wire. A drop of moonlight quivers on its black arm and utters not one syllable. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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