Strings of glow....
The mountain,the hills,the bluish stream.
Was something like Poetry in a Dream......
The Reddish glow of the sunny Morn...
As if giving the hint of life's Reborn...
The green paths of Unstrolled road
Was the flag of adoration to the unknown...
Had the peace of Heaven's Abode...
To which the perfume of the Lilies hold...
The Green meadows of the faraway dwells ..
Are the assets of the Sunken Youth
The streams and wells from the narrow Divine Brook....
Was the best when it was in its True soft looks....
The glow,the Resonance of the Purpled streets ...
Hinted the living of the nature's beasts...
The soothing sensation of the Lonely night...
Touched and Holded the moon with a might...
The day changes,from Red to Black.....
As if the lady laden in an Empty Forlorn dock.....
The caricature of an changing day.....
Was something a Memento made of clay....
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