#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...
Like your eyes they are deep one,
At time my fist let the thread alone,
Leave it some where unknown,
As the Mountain wants to
hold the rays,
They fear and cry at times,
Just because of loneliness,
Such tough and hard,
Do get hurt,
They also want some
One to listen to them,
It's like not only ears
but heart too join
them.
© Farah Naseem