• ankit_____dubey 24w

    Song

    A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
    Between the by-road and the main road
    Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
    Stand off among the rushes.

    There are the mud-flowers of dialect
    And the immortelles of perfect pitch
    And that moment when the bird sings very close
    To the music of what happens.
    ©ankit_dubey