"I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering"- Robert Frost
I want to write this book cause I want to write poems and see them after years to remind myself of my teenage years and see if I have improved. I hope you co...
The sun rises in the east Over the hills and mountain ranges, Welcoming a gentleness to the early mist.
Cumulus clouds hover in the firmament When the zephyr slips away Paddy swaying in golden colour, Birds chirping with their tunes, Brooks brimming with aquatic creatures And Gnarled trees filled with pome.
The pictorious and breathtaking view Which is far away from hustle and bustle And all the loud commotion, Where tranquility can be found By withdrawing into the woods.
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