Cold and lone – in the midst of tranquility and wonder;
Beyond the world of their presence do I grow fonder.
A meadow sprinkled with silence which speaks and glows;
Warms the heart and frees it from worries of worldly foes.
The world swings by – timeless but they stare out, untouched;Aware of everything, to transcend insanity they are constantly watched.
1 comment:
Hey Disa, Classic poem... truly "Untouched". Keep up the goodwork.... All the best with your Blog. Happy blogging.
Take care.
bye.
Anil
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