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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required FLYING ON THE WINGS OF NOSTALGIA I know the land where the lemon-trees flower, the flushing meadows in spring are flooded in color, the waves of morning mist rise from orchid valley floor, grazing the emerald hill-slope to the azure sky they soar. Drifting in time from my mooring far away with the painted memory not yet gray I want to fly on the wings of nostalgia to the land raised high in the Himalaya. The cascading brooks flow out of the snout of glaciers, the rhythm of their dance mountain’s swirling air shares. Along the chiseled contour as silver strips they meander in the lofty and terraced terrain where I used to wander. Drifting in time from my mooring far away with the painted memory not yet gray I want to fly on the wings of nostalgia to the land raised high in the Himalaya. Rows of rugged ridges merge in the horizon with the sky where the charcoal clouds gather, with wild wind they fly over the ever-green pine forest and melt there in torrent, the music of rain reaches the crescendo at each moment. Drifting in time from my mooring far away with the painted memory not yet gray I want to fly on the wings of nostalgia to the land raised high in the Himalaya. Piercing the rain-washed sky beneath the arc of rainbow the high peaks glow as the setting sun gleams on snow. With the moon beams silver dust falls in divine serenity I know the land where nature blooms in astral beauty. I want to fly on the wings of nostalgia to the land raised high in the Himalaya. July 12, 2018 Contest : Pretty Poem Please Sponsored by : Julia Ward
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