My mind wanders here and there.
Yonder, the spring freeze.
Streaks of light form subtle images;
Transcending the fiery horizon.
Evolves from the deserted land of dark,
Reassuring presence of rainbows.
Yellowed perceptions now balance with soft orange.
~~payal~~
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Balancing is what an art ...
ReplyDeleteYes..and maintaining that balance is quite a job. :)
DeleteI can not wait until spring comes! It has been so cold this winter with way too much snow and ice. Your poetry is beautiful! ♥
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
DeleteI shall frame the phrase " Yellowed Perception " and hang it in kolkata Art gallery.
ReplyDelete.. mix in a little saffron there. :)
DeleteHope sustains all...nice write....:)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Amrita.. :)
DeleteExtremely nice lines with choice of magical phrases.
ReplyDeleteMy first visit to your blog and hopefully regular!
Thank you so much..:)
DeleteBrilliant :)
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