#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
A place where the serene moment of the palanquin heart dissolves to run.
Cries of little birds under the blanket of huge azure senses the circle of world.
Shaking shrilling grasses touch my bare foot making me wonder deep into the nature.
Ecoes of the breathes around redefined the beauty of mother earth.
Engrossed and encounted by the mermersing noises of the lazy river soothens my heavy heart.
The tip of the deep green mountain welcomes the solar rays.
A heavenly feeling of being detached from this illusive world sounds my sorrow filled soul with love.
© ersheeen