Poetry,
Poetry as landscape painting,
Tracts and domains
With topography
Of the wild and Nature
And population scattered over
And with global positioning system
Tracked and untracked
Telling about location
And the unlocated indescribable.
The fields and fallows full of solitude,
The wild with eerie silence,
Nature calm and in furies,
The hills, dales and vales,
The woodlands touching the canopies
Of the sky
And dense and deep.
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