#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...
Sunlight is shabby today.
I am going to hills
To fetch the sheeps
There I see a scenery
It was incredible
I came down and sat beside this blue river
The smell of rock salt is rising high
I catched some butterflies into the jar
I thought I must been
free them to their home
I let them free
Go, go back to your home
Like me having a family.
© Shrestha Guha💕👌.