Snowy peaks it seemed…
Hiding under the cloud…
High and handsome…
Tall and green…
Laced with white lines…
Waterfalls we reckoned…
Soon enough…
The jealous sun glared…
shoved the clouds it sure did…
And sun rays ushered…
As they revealed …
The brown rocky peaks…
and yet…
The peaks smiled…
Quietly content and confident…
For they knew…
Their beloved clouds…
Would never give up…
- Hitchwriter ’24-02-2012
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Surreal!:)
Wonderful words and a gorgeous shot!
Beautiful pic…..
Thanks Era and Saritha
Sigh… I could stare at that view for hours!
we actually did
Beautfiul! Pic and the words both.
Awww… beautiful picture!
And your poetry gets better and better
Loved the verse that went with it
Looked at the pic = twice
Read the poem = 4 times
seriously well-written! Must be the good company you keep
hugs!
(((((((hugs)))))))
LOL
Yup yup
“Jealous sun glared..” This is nice, Dhirenbhai!!