If I may see, as you do,
Horizontal lines only,
Assuming water’s so shallow,
I’ll forget the distance to sky.
If I may not see, as you do,
Leaves grow grey
And fly straight down,
How so soon they dry
And mix with soil;
If I may not see, as you do,
The dying dews,
How Sun burns rose petals,
And how soon Sun himself
plods wearily down;
If I may see, as you do,
Horizontal lines only,
Assuming water’s so shallow,
I’ll forget the distance to sky.
Copyright © July 17, 2018, Newton Ranaweera
Beautiful allusion
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Thank you, Sandhya, for your close reading, and commenting!! 🙂 🙂
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Oh, what a wonderful illusion…
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Thank you, Moushmi, for this ‘wonderful’ comment!! 🙂 🙂
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Lovely 🌹
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Amulya, thank you so much 🙂 🙂
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You are bringing me back to an appreciation of poetry – and that’s saying something. Your words bring such sweetness, and sorrow, to the imagination.
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Liz, Thank you so much for your comment. Your generous comments prove that you have a great heart!! 🙂
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Thank you. You’re far too kind.
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You are welcome! 🙂
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yes, sadly we all eventually die and good to keep us mindful of that .. sorry just realised that your name is Newton 🙂
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Thanks, calmkate, for this comment and recalling my name!! 🙂
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