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Tuesday, October 1, 2024
1218
Monday, September 30, 2024
1217
Quadrille String
You plucked the strings of my heart
Carrying a tune like apples in a cart
Ruddy and fragrant and appetizing
Ours was a melody oh so enticing
Days meandered into weeks without dread
Time took its own path on a journey
so well tread
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Thursday, September 26, 2024
1216
Green Fold
Moisture absorbing earth, a reward of green;
Cultivars and wild ones rejoicing,
Ensuing a vibrant luscious scene;
Carpeting with a few colour pop ups,
Meadowing, variety to a reward of green;
The colour of trees unassuming,
Unfruited, unflowered, undemanding mein,
Green as grass, green of leafy trees,
The mountains verdant where clouds stop to glean,
Essences of scenes at greening,
Cooling relaxing the eye is, a reward of green.
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1215
An Autumn Fold
What have i heard of Autumn?
Leaves fall, they bare the trees.
What is this Season's anthem?
Colours! brown, orange, red, and
Yellows too; i 've heard of Autumn.
Some poets mourn, some celebrate;
Meeker morns are a humdrum,
But the berry’s cheek is plumper,
Don't lose hope, or hit rock bottom,
Though now the rose is out of town,
Ah, the sentiments i've heard of Autumn
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Monday, September 23, 2024
1214
the phenomenon of equinox
Thursday, September 19, 2024
1213
Morning Speaks Softly
When overhead sky is blank of cloud,
And morning birds dot its reserves,
Tree branches are sure to observe,
There is no need of noises loud.
And life to witness sunrise is proud;
More breaths are added now to this curve,
Paint all faces to worship and to serve,
When overhead sky is blank of cloud.
Creation wrestlles to discipline its crowd,
Not because they so deserve,
Rather that they may conserve,
There is no need of noises loud.
When overhead sky is blank of cloud,
Another dash of light and dark to swerve
There is no need of noises loud.
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Tuesday, September 17, 2024
1212
Dream Rescue - A Fold
He flew into my plight, bringing
Just the right solution, the right gel,
Sweetening a tired night's dream;
I leave behind, a handsome angel,
Colours so intense are stressful,
One can fall into a pond pel mel,
Like the little adventurous Alice girl,
It's child play like Farmer In The Del;
O fantasy! whose reality are you
To craft such a handsome angel?
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