august tidings

the rain powdered down
like fine sand thru’ fingers
and caught in my hair
like dew drops
in a spider’s web;
(only it wasn’t so pretty!)

my thoughts
like fairies, fathomless in flight
delighted the mood.

9 August, ’83

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theplatelady.com

deviantart.com

Faux Pas ( a mistake)

The river flows wantonly

The green is
Luscious
On the other side..

I feel suspended in
indecision-
Do I take the plunge?

On Judgement Day
If the scales tip against me,
I can only ask –

‘Why did You make temptation so strong?
You made me – and You knew
I was only human.’

Usha, 13 April, ’83