Maria C. Costa

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A Song of Joy


From the top of the mountains
We breathed the pure air
Enjoying the stunning, awe-inspiring views,
That stretched around there.
Coming down to the green valley
We got involved in the breeze around,
And walked by the little brook
Singing together melodious sounds.
The sweet scent of flowers and bushes
Accompanied us all the way long
Allowing for a quiet reflection,
In stillness and love,
Away from the throng.

(May 2010)

Submitted: Thursday, May 20, 2010
Edited: Friday, May 21, 2010

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  • Rookie Afzal Shauq (5/27/2010 2:38:00 PM)

    From the top of the mountains
    We breathed the pure air
    Enjoying the stunning, awe-inspiring views,
    That stretched around there.
    Coming down to the green valley
    We got involved in the breeze around,
    And walked by the little brook
    Singing together melodious sounds.
    The sweet scent of flowers and bushes
    Accompanied us all the way long
    Allowing for a quiet reflection,
    In stillness and love,
    Away from the throng.

    so short but very meaningful, romantic way expression and inspiring.. I really love your way of writing poems.. quite rich and heart touching (Report) Reply

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