Walking on the road, with its innumerable twists and turns,
A path struck out, fantastically long.
The path, the legs longed to learn,
And the mind broke into an impromptu song.
Hidden behind spangled grasses green,
A dew dropped, pretty pink winked and preened,
Neither an illusion, nay a delusion,
It was nothing but clear confusion!
hmmmmm........poetry bug still biting?
ReplyDeleteBut its lovely!
ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh ohhhhhh.
ReplyDeleteIt is lovely. The picture and the poem, both. Really.
ReplyDeletehi...there...have read most of the things you put up on your blog...really like them...like your narrative style of writing in poetry as well as prose...
ReplyDeletecheers!
Cyril
Hi Cyril, thanks for stopping by and taking the time out to read. It's encouraging to hear a stranger appreciate the writing :)
ReplyDeleteGood...! Didn't know you can write nice poems as well..! Keep writing..All the best..!
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