Grace Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Grace



The day rolls back
To the endless horizon
Upon flatness of a silent
Stream stars are born and gone

Glimmer of a new life
Sails past the sloping land
Eerie silence grips tight
The stale air with its frosty hand

The moon gathers dusts
Of stars in its lap to shine
Soft whistling of woods
Lends to minds a touch of divine

Thursday, February 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: feeling,sky
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Annette Aitken 19 February 2017

Another very well written poem by you and lovely to read. Annette.

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Anil Kumar Panda 19 February 2017

AAwwwww..so sweet of you. Thanks for appreciation. Much love.

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