It was a tired old day, when at dusk, I descended
Past the towering orchids; grassy bucolic dreams-
When I saw the nebula of stardust started congealing
In the heaven above where my castles I had built.
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avocado wine... mm.. as an Italian, I'd prefer our wines.. ;) Thanks for sharing, Srimayee
a powerful poem with rich words exceptionally. configured. Am so happy reading this poem. Made me wander in valleys in such silence, yet within deep contemplation of unknown but alert. A Great poet here, I bow! !