Have you seen how the mornings spread across the sky,
as if Nature herself, with an invisible brush
drips water to the east on darkness of the night
and the horizons grow pale with every wash!
After a while her color palette shifts to blue,
her canvas brightens with virgin rays from the sun
and soon the silence of the air is broken too
by birds on rustic trees, meadows and city barns.
Then the fusing yellow dwarf takes over the scene,
like a child, jolted from the peace of his mother’s thighs.
The canvas turns into an art of reckoning,
exposed and merciless, in the blink of an eye!
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*Thank You!
Reblogged this on Sacred Touches.
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Oh I love this!! 🙂 ❤
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thank you dear!
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My pleasure😊❤️
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truly beautiful Amit!
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thank you…
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it was my pleasure to read such lovely poetry.
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i am humbled… and i am also indebted to a fellow blogger for spurring me on to complete this…. you have my gratitude for your inspiring words!
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I hope you will remain inspired, you have the gift of words and the soul of a poet. Never let the flame die.
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now i must dedicate a poem to you for such kind words..
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I would be delighted!
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