As the fingers of the rain tickles the water of the shimmering lake,
I myself catch my heart longing for the fall weather.
The hot vapors from the summer heat, still are invading our nostrils with some mildew smell.
The greenery is abundant and the flowers smiles making love to the bees. What a lovely romance one can assist from the window view. Comes to my mind the assurance that for nature there is no wrong or right, it just is.
Lost myself on delightful thoughts and when finally return to reality my eyes directs to the lake again, this time the water is placid as the subtle summer rain is gone.
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Author:
marijoy (
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Your poem shows me again how easy we can get lost in nature's beauty.
Yes Fred. Nature is an inviting for delicious moments of complete union with the divine. Thanks for reading.
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