Beneath the sky, so wide and blue,
The winds whisper secrets, old but true.
The trees sway gently, roots held deep,
While quiet rivers softly sleep.
In nature's arms, we find our peace,
A fleeting moment's sweet release.
The world spins on, yet here we stay,
Lost in the calm of a perfect day.
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Dr. J.S. VIRK
A curious learner, passionate for literature, music, poetry, and study of human emotions. PhD in Engineering, enthusiastic for creativity, design aesthetics and exploring the intersection of art, science, and human experience. Thank you
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Comments (3)
Nice poem!
This felt so blissful. Loved your beautiful poem!
Well thought out verse. Keep up the good work