Smelling past the meadows of flowers
Touching the velvety grass that caress the ground
The wind floating by gently
carrying a bunch of clouds on its head
The trees dancing along with music
of a bird singing a lullaby
Chords of an orchestra
orchestrated by the unknown
The state of bliss exists
Do not disturb passing by
Mother is enjoying the tranquility
Touching the velvety grass that caress the ground
The wind floating by gently
carrying a bunch of clouds on its head
The trees dancing along with music
of a bird singing a lullaby
Chords of an orchestra
orchestrated by the unknown
The state of bliss exists
Do not disturb passing by
Mother is enjoying the tranquility
1 comment:
hi pm,
thanks for dropping by my blog and leaving such a kind comment. you write good poetry... very reflective of your surroundings. keep it up!
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