I Can't Get Rid Of It Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
I Can't Get Rid Of It
The gentle breeze
Of the beautiful season
Knocks at my door,
Being enthusiastic,
I open it
And smell the sweet fragrance of the breeze within,
Soon I realise
It's absolutely divine
With the great message
Of the wonderful realm;
But an insignificant question still lingers in my mind,
I can't get rid of it.
Beauty knocking at the door with gentle breeze blowing.......wonderful dear Poet......10+
Definite Definte 5 Stars! .. Deep beauty and thoughts! .. If your question gets answered, , , May it bring you much peace and joy! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++
The awe of beauty knocking at the door! . yet questions linger... maybe... allowing the beauty in will unexpectedly answer you question? ......
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4/23/2024 10:26:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I have winter knocking at my door, I am reluctant to open it but I do as life has to go on.