O far beyond those silvery clouds,,, Far behind those snowy hummocks; lies my little hushed hamlet..!! There,, when the sun paints the horizon mystique red; i nestle half-asleep on my carpet.. A beautiful layla sings on my window; and jovial jasmines whisper the natures epistle by the meadow.... There,,when the calm breeze starts the rhyme,,, under the shades of oak & pine; i sit besides the lake with a cup of tea & then i write THE SONGS OF MORNING GLEE.....!!
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 23:13:32 +0000