When winter is on the grass dances to the tunes of dews
and the wind carries a lusty scent all around,
No melody is better than the harvest song.
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I can feel the poem. Beautifully described. Lovely lovely thought.
Musical poem...Yellow faces of daffodils sings and dances, While the occasional rain resounds pit, pat, pit, pat,
I hope you got my comment. And Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'The value of life and oxygen
I love this season and the last stanza is extraordinary, Ice world meting on tongue. WOW 5
Sirji beautifully portrayed. There is true winters without having a bite of ice cream. I really enjoyed. Beautiful.