A tract of land
Far away from the noise
Where blows the cold wind
I want to be there
Not in dreamsBut in real….
To listen what
The little birds say
When they make a nest
With with some twigs and hay….
Oh ! Clouds are moving
What I see a little princess
Smiling and laughing
On this lovely day….
I hold a pen and
Sit under a tree
Moving up and down
To make my soul free….
I wish you could be there
And hold my hand
To spend one whole night
Under the twilight band…..!!!
few dreams keep floating in our mind. All imaginations are put into words if it doesn’t work as a reality. Poems are the those one of the reasons I love to write….!
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A really interesting poem. I could almost picture the tracti of land. Thanks for sharing. If it’s OK, I’ll leave a link to one of my latest poetry blogs. If you have 5 minutes you could check it out.
https://middleagefanclub.wordpress.com/2020/08/26/poetry-blog-no-blue-lights/
Thank for the comment…! I visited your blog and read the poem and also put my feelings n views there.
Keep sharing!
Very nice. 😊
Thanks dear ! I am glad you liked it
It put me in a good place. 😊
Beautiful poem.
Under the twilight band
With a pen under tree
Such a sight it will be
To be floating in words
yet setting it free
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