4.7.15

Dewdrops

Dewdrops spread on leaf blades,
with sunrays their essence fades.
In a blink they evaporate,
this has always been their fate.
Every night moon weaves dewdrops at its brink,
but at dawn with first ray their existence shrinks.
Into the atmosphere dewdrops disappear,
yet, they cherish the moments spent in moon’s lair.
Come another day,
 and dewdrops will spread again on leaf blades.

6 comments:

  1. Beautiful words Vandana... always touching ♡

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  2. I do so like your way of writing poetry, such beautiful words.
    Yvonne.

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  3. A little drink of water to start the day for all the plants. And I love it when they make everything sparkle as the sun comes up.

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  4. just like our life so momentary yet beautiful...another beauty Vandana :)

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  5. I thought that was lovely.

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  6. Beautiful poem. Loved it. :)

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