Photo @ Lake District National Park
It was around mid April The weather almost fair. The song of nature calling Came flowing through the air. The splendour of the mountains, Their charm could not resist And even more enchanting When shrouded in the mist. The hues, the shades and fragrance The glades, the woods and rills The lake serene and peaceful, The undulating hills.... The sight – so captivating How could my heart not melt! Spiritual and romantic; I know how Wordsworth felt. * * * * * Across the miles I miss the beauty Of the wealth I left behind, But at least there are the memories In the corners of my mind. ------------------------------------------ [Pub. PS: It’s Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world 2020] Contest: Any Poem Written before joining PoetrySoup Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Placed 2nd Contest: In the style of my fav poet Sponsor: The Seeker Placed 4th
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