I was running across the fields with the wind in my hair,
Lying on the grass and counting the stars,
I was picking the shells digging my toes in the sand,
Picking up the bits and pieces of my life, looking at myself
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First, thanks for the invitation to your 'vault' - splendid job - true feelings always show the warm heart from where they spring. And hilarious intro - had a hearty laugh. Bangalore, hah! Thanks again! sim
Artfully written, your poem stuns in its breathtaking flight of fancy, holding on to life by a single thread that is so tasteful in expression. arya
such powerful expression, , , each line is worth reading again and again, , ,10
Hi Reshma. A well put together piece and a great dedication. thanks for the read. Regards Dave T 10/10
Love shines tremendously in dedication. fine piece reshma! 10++
Nostalgic muse in Nature is always inspiring with renewed vigour to poets like me. Your Vault of Heaven has revealed that sense very well. Enjoyable piece!
a poem made from heartful dedication was picking the shells digging my toes in the sand, Picking up the bits and pieces of my life, looking at myself In
hmmm. The feelings from your heart says it all. Nothing much to say. It can be felt.