Wind in me regains its directions <br />and fragrance from a green valley <br />down the hills and streams <br />Near infinite seashore, it dances <br />and sings with the golden light <br />of a new born dawn of present <br />moments and traces of past <br />sorrows drown in the solitude <br />of one benign ocean <br />A tiny star steals a dab of sunlight <br />when sun hides after shouldering <br />the hardships and burdens <br />of a dutiful day... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />May 5,2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-light-2/
