Amateur Poetry

wind is lovely,
with all its personalities.
But mostly it sounds like a whistling neighbor,
thinking about something
remembering something
or just singing
Down empty lanes
And happy, long forgotten
avenues.

Advertisements

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s