Only if I could paint the whole sky
With a hefty cloak of lead
So dense,enough to gulp the sun-
Drenching two century's dry deed
Every dance then
Would throw the curtain!
Unfinished and uncertain.
Lines of beautiful monsoon stain!
---Perfume of the wet sand grains
Folded touchy letters that's
six months old,faded pages---unread.
So, I'd let those...