As I sat by the gurgling brook one evening
The brisk breeze carried a song, melancholy
I wondered if it was a lover grieving;
The bucolic landscape had vibes so holy
Amidst the rain, the fog rose to the hills steep
Faraway, shepherds tended their flocks of sheep;
The mystical escapade made my heart soar
It healed and revitalized me to the core.
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One thought on “O Evening!”
What lovely sensory images you have created! Loved all the lines, more so the last two. Good one, Moumita.