''To The Hills, Yours Lovingly-Mist'' Poem, by Aaliya J, at My poetic side

I wore white and you wore different shades of green

Though I am not clean and serene

Like you, I believe that when I am

Around you, I am your beautiful

Veil that covers your shy face

I lift myself from your face

So the jealous Sun can shine

On your body , to make you the prettiest.

I humbly abide by his wishes, as I hope ---

You do become the prettiest phase of the Earth.

When the excited rain pours herself down

She comes in a great hurry

So as to her relief, I become her sigh.

And yet again, I veil your sloping curves and standing creaks.

--I come and go in other's wishes

All for you---

Comments +

Caring dove July 15th, 2021 12:17
Lovely words ))
L. B. Mek July 16th, 2021 03:41
such vivid imagery
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing
iAli October 4th, 2021 03:21
❤

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