December Rain

The cry of the tom cat fathoming the silence

Deepening by the howl of the old poor dog

And zip and honk of the irregular night commute.

The rain unwelcomed singing the humming

Outside closed doors of my southern windows.

Nothing will last forever. Even this December rain.

Nothing will live forever. The wet fallen leaves shows that.

Sangbad

12/10/2017


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