Posted in Nature Poetry

The Hills 

There’s something sinister about

those hills in the backdrop.

No one knows the magic behind

them which allures us all.

Lush greenery is a boon to the

hungry eyes vying for love.

Stature of a hundred trees is

sky high limning their bulk.

Rugged arena attracts many

drifting minds near its core.

Whilst the invisible wind plays

hide and seek quite astutely.




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Words are my companions AND Wisdom is my soulmate

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