The Last Song


Summer shone through the leaves,
A white streak passed the sky;
Little birds chirped in the branches,
I stood in the meadow listening to this chorus.

The wind rustled the grass,
Words that were meant for someone crossed my lips;
Tuning itself to the sounds around,
I glanced at the coming winter and sang my last song.
I am so sorry because I wasn't able to blog for like, DAYS! It was mainly because I was out of station (vacations) and also my exams were going on! So I'd a tight schedule for many days and now I'm relieved!

I fell like writing blank verses now 'cause I think they spread the message/meaning of the poem much better than a rhyming one. Personal
Posted by Tharangni

1 comment :

  1. haha..thanks understandable..

    anyway, i'm glad you're back :D

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