The Green Beauty
The rivers that rambled
as my Soul Sauntered...
the Bees that sang
the dusty sand..
wavering their hands.....
the sub-urban clan..
the built temples half
and
with the ever grazing calf..
the greeny grasses
the stammering bullock carts
The cul de sac that reconciled back to me
The Fresh mountains
-the repository of those on onomatopoeic sounds
The eagles in rounds
The freezy breeze in the chill mileu
and the big big rocks children climb,,,
The uncleaned cob webs & the Gummy Cobs
Binding one another..
like the virtual love that ties r hearts . . .
The early sun that....
burns & Turns RED
Waking red Cocks
and barking street dogs...
those brittle ,fragile buildings
Are not things one can easily
See in Cities Encompassing
Traffic,Strikes,Accidents
Burgers,Pizzas,&Stuffs. . .
Village -the best place to
Rejoice
Rollick &
Relish :-) :-)
Save their beauty &
Reach the Ecstasy !!
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