Strolling By…….

Strolling By....... prose poem

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On an evening
I sat near the shore
And watched the waves as they came and went back.
I saw the setting sun in the far horizon,
The orange -red rays splattered across,
Giving the sky a heavenly look.
The sheepish clouds up above swelled,
And the golden rays poked through,
some reflected, some refracted and some scattered
In that silence, I heard Nature’s eloquence,
As the cool breeze passed by me,
I felt the soothing touch.
I rose and walked down,
I saw my foot prints being washed away.
But my mind mingled with the beauty of nature
which shall always flash in my mind forever and forever.

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