On a path winding into wonder
touching through rain and thunder
filling hearts with awe
lies a beauty pure and raw
Spirit of mystic songs
To the east, she belongs
where glimmering grass and trees
Cast upon a magical breeze
with a dazzling aura
exotic valleys of flora
in lofty peaks covered in snow
time has lost it’s flow
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Poem by WingedWizard
And poets are forever hungry…keep writing, it feeds the spirit, never the bank!
Very good..
Nice and simple poem. love the pics!