Thursday, August 5, 2010

Poem 22- Spring

In the early days of spring
I heard the birds sing
and saw the flowers bloom
from the window of my room

Only in the beauty of light
could I see this excellent sight
My garden is the best
I thought as I went to rest
-Gaurang Rao

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