As I slowly open the gate
That creaks with delight
My eyes are allowed to feast upon
A beautiful sight.
Rows of buildings,
Huddled together
Going on and on until
It fades into forever.
And the clothesline dancing
To the pleasant breeze
The clothes flapping
In the wind with ease.
The shirts wave their sleeves
Flossing to the airy music
The pants wiggle their legs
The wind still mystic;
The sun hides behind the clouds
Casting a noteworthy glow
And the wind, forever,
Continues to flow.
The buildings, however
Remain erect
But I know that they too, furtively
Enjoy the effect.
The sky, so high,
Graceful, never-ending
And me, still at the terrace,
Standing there, dreaming.
Terrace a comfortable zone which gives many thoughts.you have given a beautiful poem giving picturisation of clothes, buildings, clouds,sun and the wind through words. Excellent Shriyandhaa . Enjoy your terrace and dream.
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