A mix of rain and wind and waking up, happy from half-forgotten, fast-fading dreams.
Rain dreams
Strong wind,
rain sweeps our city at night.
Dreams sweeping muddled minds.
Forgotten sight,
fading sounds, smells,
but a clearing away of debris,
a sense of something
fresh in the air.
Torn green,
broken pots amongst glistening leaves.
Blue sky greets morning.
Dhaka 2015
Smukt regnvejrs digt.
o very well written Rilla, realistic combined with that sense of connections to the higher spheres that poets are set to capture – you are a true poetess my dear friend!