THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
The Little Puppy Jogging through the park, I heard a bark. A Little distance more, up to the shore, the same little puppy, seemed to be happy. Resting on the rock, I saw the puppy making a knock, near me on the ground, curiously at a round. Out of love, I flew to the shore like a dove, to fetch the water, and to relieve him faster. Because it was the little puppy, who seemed to be happy.
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