A piece of sky; Sparkling, azure, Having been scrubbed clean By the clouds, Strung itself From horizon to horizon, to dry. It's beauty, Stopped the brook On its track; Forming a pool Just by my shack. The clear waters Of the pool, Now mirror the mountains Which bore the brook. The pristine pool A wonderstruck child Gazing, soaking in nature’s aura, Day and night.
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Beautiful poetry Goutam! Love your scenic word painting. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you Sadje for your words of praise. Thank you once again for a breath-taking picture for a prompt. 😊🙏
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You’re always welcome my friend
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How lovely, Goutam. Your poem is as scenic as the image.
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Thank you so much Eugenia. Am so happy that you enjoyed the poem. 😊🙏
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My pleasure, Goutam!
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Breathtaking, Goutam! Great rhythm, imagery (especially that first stanza) and alliteration. It all comes together so well.
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Thank you so much Chris. So glad that you liked it. Apologies for the delay in replying. Have been travelling..the places had no network and even phone connections were patchy. 🙂
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Yes, I saw you on IG with your bike!
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