Behind the hills, a –
Goldsmith lives.
He held up his aureate stone,
Each time the moon sleeps.
The blazing stone glowed more and more,
And the golden rays touched the azure sky.
The gilded glint fell on the circle path,
And melded with the pile of –
Stones gathered at the centre.
A flash of white light smeared everywhere,
And soon illuminated the emerald valley.
Is this a paradise ?
Or am I in the middle of a dream ?
If it’s not a heaven,
Then what is it called ? I wonder !
-DEEPIKA–
Written for What Do You See hosted by Sadje and for Moonwashed Challenge – Gilded
A magical tale Dest. Love it. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you so much Sadje 💖
My pleasure ☺
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You’re most welcome
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Very nice
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Thank you ☺
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I love this poem. So beautifully written.
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Thank you so much Benjamin 🙏
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Beautifully written and enchanting, DEST1819! Thank you so much for joining my prompt!
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Glad you like it 😍
My pleasure ma’am 💖
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