forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Scatter

And when you find all the little pieces,
scatter them back to the winds…
For they are the hearts of bohemian wanderers,
who find themselves in the sky.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2018

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Echoes of the Hills

My voice is lost in the echoes of the hills,

standing tall behind the grey clouds,

beckoning me to their mystical glory,

of silence.

My thoughts are found in the strength of the hills,

awakening the sleeping corners of my mind,

guiding the lost wanderers of time,

from a distance.

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