I know why the clouds come rushing in!
Even the hills cannot pose a barrier
To their eagerness
And childlike exuberance.
They descend in droves,
Roll down the slopes of the hills,
Sometimes in a trot
And at times in a canter.
The wind, lending a pair of jogging feet
To the clouds
As they race to reach
This piece of heaven,
This corner,
Where the hammock sways in the wind,
Inviting the clouds!
Kotagiri/Coonoor- May 2018
this & that
Random views and musings with a sprinkling of idiocy
Life, the universe and everything, Britta-style
by Britta Benson
Photographer & Travelogue Writer
the magic begins the moment you start being yourself
Not only fiction - an avid non-fiction reader too.
random thoughts
... a beautiful life
Tripping the world, slowly
A blog to inspire the insecure writer in all of us
Explore.Create.Inspire.Learn.Laugh.Live
suffering sappho!!!
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
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