and....

the mists whispered

in  their unique

wet drops –

look up they said.

lethargy lingered

from fatigue and love

eyelids

reluctant ……..

but crisp sunshine

shot through and coaxed

                              the eyes open.

damp green

soft mud

and

impressions left behind

as she walked

with the book

and the story.

~trigunesh mukherjee~