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The Little Bird Of The Wild Forest
A morning walk in the pine forest, as everything was ripe for the feet to be stretched and the mind to be swept clean, as some nights are such dark that all the world's lights are not enough to illuminate its abyssal glooms.
A journey along the upward track,left by morning shepherds, aiming to pump a new feeling into the tired heart,utterly drained of its emotional slang and truthful glossary, as the brain was a few inches to collapse....
The morning mist like a veiled face, gives way only to bright glistening pearly dots that peep,thick and laden with heavy night, lying flat by the mountain foot, still odd and full of shimmering mystery, and riddled with tall trees piercing thru' and skyward heading, giving a vibe of myth and romance
Striding lightly along, quiet was the underwood and damp was the earth, yet, still deaf keeping the forest sounds echoeless, a desolate void engulfs the noisy spirits, once used to chant and banter, the cheers of the oldens days now, echo a deaf tune that no tree no bird can ever echo; it seems as the birds lived once here then migrated to their asylum.
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The silence was the crown of the atmosphere, austere, yet reminiscent of the happy past born sometime ago .
Those tall pine trees, speak of the olden times oncebeen twins with the boys and kids who haunted the hills, and chased the birds, right in their nestS with a childish thrill....and dipped deep in shallow swamps, when the sun used to laze in a flaming orbit, stuck in a torrid zenith..slashing the earth with a scorching heat
.......
They were small, the boys, as little as a reed's height..but much taller and slender to climb the highest rocks..and jump as fast and high as a sloughi feet..
As for th one who scribbled these lines, he' is the pen who witnessed their growth through the long years, still carved on memory pages...
Their spiky tips, dewy and shining with bright sheen, as the lemon sun gently whispers her rays acrooss and through the slender branches.
Beyond the rocks, lies a jujube tree, now denude of its leaves has become a goldfinch natural elysium to send his voice far and wide, far from the torrid land, the inside voice vibrates over the mountain echoing Serenity, Nature and Beauty..
A journey along the upward track,left by morning shepherds, aiming to pump a new feeling into the tired heart,utterly drained of its emotional slang and truthful glossary, as the brain was a few inches to collapse....
The morning mist like a veiled face, gives way only to bright glistening pearly dots that peep,thick and laden with heavy night, lying flat by the mountain foot, still odd and full of shimmering mystery, and riddled with tall trees piercing thru' and skyward heading, giving a vibe of myth and romance
Striding lightly along, quiet was the underwood and damp was the earth, yet, still deaf keeping the forest sounds echoeless, a desolate void engulfs the noisy spirits, once used to chant and banter, the cheers of the oldens days now, echo a deaf tune that no tree no bird can ever echo; it seems as the birds lived once here then migrated to their asylum.
........
The silence was the crown of the atmosphere, austere, yet reminiscent of the happy past born sometime ago .
Those tall pine trees, speak of the olden times oncebeen twins with the boys and kids who haunted the hills, and chased the birds, right in their nestS with a childish thrill....and dipped deep in shallow swamps, when the sun used to laze in a flaming orbit, stuck in a torrid zenith..slashing the earth with a scorching heat
.......
They were small, the boys, as little as a reed's height..but much taller and slender to climb the highest rocks..and jump as fast and high as a sloughi feet..
As for th one who scribbled these lines, he' is the pen who witnessed their growth through the long years, still carved on memory pages...
Their spiky tips, dewy and shining with bright sheen, as the lemon sun gently whispers her rays acrooss and through the slender branches.
Beyond the rocks, lies a jujube tree, now denude of its leaves has become a goldfinch natural elysium to send his voice far and wide, far from the torrid land, the inside voice vibrates over the mountain echoing Serenity, Nature and Beauty..
Published 23rd Dec 2023
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23rd Dec 2023 5:44pm
24th Dec 2023 2:10pm
Thanks very mauch Debbie, you have a unique way to wriote poetry and even to praise with heartfelt comment, that refreshes the heart.
Stay safe always.
Stay safe always.
24th Dec 2023 2:49pm
24th Dec 2023 2:51pm
Your presence is a soothing balm to the aching heart.
Have very good days my friend.
Have very good days my friend.
24th Dec 2023 2:28am
I like how you composed this poetically, my love, it's very soothing to the mind.
Happy Holidays to you and yours as well.
🤎
Happy Holidays to you and yours as well.
🤎
24th Dec 2023 1:55pm
You shine with poetic aura,and you entice like magic flora.
your presence gives such spiritual relief.
A pleasure to see you here.
Blessings and salutations .
your presence gives such spiritual relief.
A pleasure to see you here.
Blessings and salutations .
