Colours Of Nature

Colours Of Nature prose poem

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When the leftover rain fills a puddle!
A special smell , I come across when I huddle
Through the window ,I see dew drops like shiny pearls
Smiling in red,green and yellow
It’s none other than the mighty flowers

When the wind blows,
I leave my dead heart
And let my warm blood flow!
And when the wind snoozes,branches rustle and trees clash
It’s the colours of nature
Of love and peace!!

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Shirley B

A calming read with apt descriptions. Thank you for sharing.


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