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Sky's tumult





The brown and muddish dust,

had settled over the angry sky,

The little red roses had been put to sleep ,

by the white fresh blossoms on the trees!

While the little day birds,

fly to their nests,



the tawny old owl perches on the branch.

the white cool snow,

swirls smoothly on the ground.

And little dew drops,

settle on the lean grass.

The sky appears to change

a pivotal violet,

And then, a slightly brutal pink,

little by little it widens into a dark soothing blue!

The transformation of the blue sky,

makes my heart bloom and blissful,

And the calmness of the white sky,

makes my heart freeze at sight!


All images used in this post belongs to Vinod Velayudhan, a photographer who records beautiful moments and delivers precious memories. Visit his site www.vinodvv.com to view his pictures.

Comments

  1. Wonderful poem G3,

    my fav line:
    "makes my heart bloom and blissful,
    And the calmness of the white sky,"

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  2. Sooper cool pics and excellent words :)

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  3. Your vocab is something wonderful. I'm glad to sight words that are often not used by many others. Refreshing to read poems as this one. Excellent Gayathree and special kudos to Vinod. Finally the verse meets the pictures - a deadly combi.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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    1. Thank you Susan. This is only my first PPP. More to come. :)

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  4. A suitable poem for the amazing pics!

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