A speckles cloud plummets off the cliff
Wild and free and with bit of bravery
The tiny bird takes an ecstatic whiff
It improvised a melody in a riff
Mother the mountain lush & plush & savory
A speckles cloud plummets off the cliff
Whizzing breeze wanders like a chief
It wafts the smell from a tea factory
The tiny bird takes an ecstatic whiff
A drop of dew slumbers on a leaf
As if a devoted saint, so godly
A speckles cloud plummets off the cliff
It runs around the dale like a thief
A thief with a lot of treasury
The tiny bird takes an ecstatic whiff
A silky fog anchors like a skiff
With white hopes it grows puffy
A speckles cloud plummets off the cliff
The tiny bird takes an ecstatic whiff
(by Azard Jaleel)
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MOUNTAINS AND WATERFALL
PoetryThis Villanelle poem was written long time back during my visit to Talawakale, where you'll find the famous St Clair waterfalls - known as little Niagara of Sri Lanka. I was extremely stunned by the natural beauty that was surrounding me. this is a...
