Last Turn!

Rumblings of a dreamer doer heard by his mirror!

This is the last
definitely the last!
every time I start,
I tell myself at the start…
this is the last…
definitely the last!

life as a small drop!

A poem by my little niece … beauty of little words in a clear mind…!

Clouds cry when I form
And I come down as rain
I’ve no timings; day and night
I come at dusk and dawn.