Away from town on a cloudy day,
the sun beats down on stacks of hay.
The yesterdays thunder and rain,
filled ponds, washed leaves in vain.
Rays joyfully bounce off the leaves,
while below the tree a widow grieves.
Tears washed in storm and rain,
the widow's life like an empty train.
What a pity! Those pitiful tears!
Frozen and lifeless without fears...
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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