π Sometimes one is left awestruck and words actually fail. Believe me, such was the moment when i saw the moon rise in the hills. For a moment the bitter chill seems to have become ineffective in its ability to torment us as we watched mesmerised, the moon changing its colour from copper to milky white and the lights of Darjeeling spread as glow worms on the hill slope.
Goutam's Writings 
A cornucopia of images. I love itβ€
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That makes me so happy. Thank you so much Dear Suzette. ππ
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A pleasure Goutam π
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Beautiful imagery and a superb finale. Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thank you so much Eugenia. π
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I have seen a “copper red moon” before π
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #3: Goutam Dutta’s latest haiku for my current #Haikai Challenge!
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The moon and the heart commune here. Lovely.
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So glad that you like it. Thank you so much. π
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I do and you’re very welcome.
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Why only 3 lines? Would love to see you write more on this π
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π Sometimes one is left awestruck and words actually fail. Believe me, such was the moment when i saw the moon rise in the hills. For a moment the bitter chill seems to have become ineffective in its ability to torment us as we watched mesmerised, the moon changing its colour from copper to milky white and the lights of Darjeeling spread as glow worms on the hill slope.
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Ohh fantastic.! Yes Gautam can imagine that. Your explanation here transports me to those verdant hills.
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