February 28, 2010

what It is

By Sitaram Dass

Sometimes at night,
or in the early morning when
dim-orange streetlamps
reflect off wet pavement,
and silent breeze
becomes truly silent,
I finally see a tree
as a tree,
and my footsteps sound real.

About Sitaram Dass

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