image2014,saharanpur
Halfway,
I met myself,
As a seed
Loved by nature
Nourished and nurtured
Growing freely.
Half way
The blazing embers
cooled down
A dash of red,
Added beauty to the
glowing dawn
Half way
Feelings of hesitant
clouds
Rained as they found
voice,
Soothing sounds of
wind chimes
Brought back some
peaceful memories.
~~payal~~#OctPoWriMo day15
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Mm. I love it. You make me want to go sit in a meadow and just breathe.
ReplyDeleteThanks Crystal. :)
DeleteYes, adulthood and the abruptness of rain...all things that are met halfway!
ReplyDeleteThanks Michelle :)
DeleteI feel there is sweetness in this and I like it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Fifi.:)
DeleteWould be wonderful to look back and see what made us grow and get us to where we are! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, the meadow you painted was serene too.
Indeed Vinay..Thanks. :)
DeleteBeautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks! :)
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ReplyDeleteThanks.!:)
DeleteThis one strikes a chord :) Good one Payal.
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
DeleteA wonderful poem ... liked:
ReplyDeletethe soothing sounds of windchimes ...
Brought back some
peaceful memories.
Thanks a lot. :)
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