"In its wake, the mist, a sea of tranquility;
Its early gray aura grazes through the leaves
And covers the earth in its foggy veil;
It fights the walking sun with playful scorn
Softly, all living creatures come to life;
The hues on nature’s landscape unfold
Brush-stroked by a master’s hand.."
Short! but very nice poem...very beautiful
ReplyDeleteeach lines are very nice...
ReplyDeleteDid you get a chance to check the website www.ezedcal.com/ta to manage editorial calendar easily for your blog and show your editorial calendar in your blog easily (optional)
Thanks & Regards
Malar
That's such a remarkable way of describing Mist. Loved it.:)
ReplyDelete