Silence

poetry and photography copyright 2016

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My earth’s sonnet

In the quiet hum of the rising sun

When heart’s sigh,

My beautiful earth gently spun

Writing a sonnet in the sky.

Spinning like nobody was watching,

My earth danced away

Unaware of the lives it was touching,

In every part of the day.

Splattering the colours of its soul

My earth sung with the trees

And that song made me whole,

As I felt the morning breeze.

My earth, my earth, my earth, where would I go without you?

Your poetry feeds my soul, you cast away all my blues. 

copyright neha poem and image 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt Response: Earth