Sitting in the woods watching the lake
softly rippling in the summer breeze
crystal clear water kissing the shore
holding the blue heaven in heart.
Softly the water turned to gold
as if some one has poured down
molten gold in that crystal water
to see how beautiful it looks.
Then it turned to deep orange
right under my mesmerized eyes
as I sat there watching silently
God’s paintbrush painting….
Are the nymphs of sky blushing
to see Apollo coming home
in his chariot of gold and pearl
pulled by glorious white stallions..
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
I like this again! A nice title! Well don there! Also, I noticed the second and the third stanzas are very much conversational. Hmm, interesting!
thanks :) my titles are rarely good.. i feel very confused when it comes to select the title.
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