Stream of Consciousness
𝕬 𝕿ête-à-𝕿ête 𝖂ith 𝕹ature !
𝕬midst those valleys of windflowers umpteen and, 𝕭etween those boudoirs of bucolic scenes 𝕮almly lain is my “La Grange" serene 𝕯ressed so green ; all decked to be redeemed …it’s there…where… 𝕰xquisite in splendors casts surreptitiousness supreme 𝕱or in that silence, I read of that, which is unforeseen 𝕲oing as far and as it c'd be totally weened… 𝕳eavenly—unto which, such sacredness convenes, and where… 𝕴n faintest whispers cedars sing… 𝕵ust on course, a tender tendril comes swishing in; 𝕶issing humming hopes over those enchanted rings 𝕷ying here and there, are trails of celestial screens 𝕸arvelous as beyond , nobody’s seen… 𝕹ot as far over those seas of bluebonnets terrine, 𝕺, Originating from plummets in tides of deep-blues over sea- greens, and 𝕻ristine is peace lingering over those regaling themes… 𝕼uintessential it is to any reapers’ glean, 𝕽idden in faint fragrances, there’s a charm in each dwelling, 𝕾liding with the winds, raptured over swaying strings, ‘𝕿was on point, beholding magical themes —from this land to that turf of glistening gleams, 𝖀shering graces lain across in early spring 𝖁enturing further on, 𝖂ith primroses and horsemints lain across every scene, 𝖃-traordinary, 𝖄et, as yonder’s, 𝖅enith, O! so pristine!
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Poets
