Saturday, November 2, 2019

The Hidden Poet

When my mind wanders,
Nature brings it back
With her wonders.
Makes me ponder...
Upon  life and surrender.

Thank you mother nature
for your splendour.
I bow to thee-
the majestic grandeur.

Flowers of spring
makes me wonder;

It is the season
to awake the hidden poet.

(11/04/2019)

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