Lush green grass moves with the wind
more hush than the lolling waves
on a quiet sea.
But when drought and the season
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Dear Lillian, You seem to be heeded by the gusty wind flowing through the cradels of grass. The subconsciousness emerged by the mellefilous natural voices is apparent through the imagery you have drawn. It has infact ensued the olden memories of my own childhood when I used to wander in similar contoures and that became the basis of my poetry and still remains the same. Best Regards Naseer
well this is a beautful write indeed! ! ! .. great one for the tired mind.. i mean after tired days work what is better than this.. beautiful! ! ! 10++ with love shan
The child as philosopher. Your beautiful poem has a touch of Walt Whitman about it. Love, Allie x x x x
beautiful and haunting... some of the best memories I have are from childhood communing with nature...