Rolling space gentle mild
Olives plucked by a child
Wandering slow Tuscan knolls
Fluttering fleeced golden dolls
Blooming begonias on the sill
autumnal hues the eyes still
hopeful smile of flourishing dells
grand old church’s peeling bells
slanted roofs with ruddy tiles
as one whiles away the miles
lapping waves in near by coves
fruiting berries in shady groves
slush slosh of seaside waves
trickling salt in glowing caves
Flitting pigeons in their droves
whatever piazza that one goes
serene heaven in sheltered bays
welcome advance of waterways
silent days and greedy nights
unwrinkled shine of satin whites
so much hope of golden days
lost to dither in faltering ways
Original
121212
Islamabad.
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It’s lovely… sadly modern poetry is no more infused with the impact of city atmosphere with our feelings.
Hello,
Modern poems have a liberal, open character, modern lyrics and very expressive sentences. Therefore, we need to accept poems more freely.