“Whispers of the Past: Discover the Haunting Verses of Ananya S. Guha’s Ghosts”
As the night drapes its velvet cloak over the world, how often do we pause to hear the whispers of the pattering rain against our window panes? It’s as if those droplets bring the very essence of the night to life—ghostly figures dancing just beyond our reach. I can’t help but wonder, do the storms gossip as they gather around the flowers in the quiet dawn, forming a peculiar bond woven from nature’s artistry? In this enchanting poem, we’re invited to listen, to feel, and to connect with the rhythm of the elements, blurring the lines between our dreams and the waking world. So, let’s dive into this poetic journey where hailstorms converse and the nights come alive—there’s magic waiting in the verses! LEARN MORE.
Listening to the pattering
window panes come alive
at night, like rotund ghosts.
Sleep walks in mid-dream,
in mornings the hail storms gather around the flowers
to chat.
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