You slip away
like a morning dream
fading in the bliss of sunshine
in the forgotten meadows of fall

free google image/ poetry copyright neha 2017
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I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
September 8, 2017 at 11:14 am
*sigh* Summer. She came and went to darn fast. *sigh* Beautiful post, Neha. 💝
September 8, 2017 at 11:16 am
Thank you for visiting my dear friend ❤
September 8, 2017 at 11:20 am
Gorgeous as always Neha 🙂
September 8, 2017 at 11:22 am
Thank you my friend ❤
September 8, 2017 at 11:23 am
Beautiful words and picture 😀
September 8, 2017 at 11:38 am
Thank you so much!
September 8, 2017 at 11:29 am
I just rushed in (in a hurry), from https://hellopoetry.com/home/
It is nigh tragic that poetry is split unto so many different websites. Kinda chism in the community.
I liked the meadow poem, for it is short without being superficial, and trapped in an area with serious car pollution I appreciate the dream of nature before we lost our minds on environmental preservation.
Have a nice weekend!
September 8, 2017 at 12:56 pm
Thank you for stopping by!
September 8, 2017 at 11:57 am
Nice perspective. I was just thinking how the change in season brings memories and awareness of present blessings.
September 8, 2017 at 12:57 pm
Thank you JoAnna 🙂
September 8, 2017 at 12:30 pm
Nice…refreshing. Thanks
September 8, 2017 at 12:57 pm
Thank you!
September 8, 2017 at 12:38 pm
Beautiful as always!
September 8, 2017 at 12:57 pm
Thank you so much!
September 8, 2017 at 10:19 pm
You are very welcome.
September 8, 2017 at 5:50 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
September 9, 2017 at 5:46 pm
Absolutely Brilliant! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
September 9, 2017 at 5:56 pm
Thank you so much!