Splashes of raindrops hitting the contours of the countenance,
Feeling the draining of the dew on the skin,
Walking along with the dance of waters playing with the legs,
Soaking the feet with the freshness of the mud below,
Shifting the gaze to the rainbow of colors above,
Feeling the friction of the cool wind against the cheeks,
Swallowing the crispness of the smell of the new born earth,
And lying among the honey dews of the heather,
I find a smile of content gushing through me.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Saunter in the wonderland
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This is the best poem i would rate to receive the best award in English literature. A poem written by my cool friend who loves nature and likes to express it in words.It made me get wet in the imaginary rain of my thoughts and inspired me to write 1 too.All the best Gayathri...Love to read all your writings,Do update thm to me always.Congrats!!!!Here goes a nature lover.........
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