I spawned a million thoughts, that taking form,
Whispered with the wind and gave birth
To a million more; some crept into a hollow bough
Nestled there, and went to sleep.
Some weary thoughts tiptoed into the woods,
Found an ancient tomb, and touching the weathered stone,
Said a prayer and moved away. As in a dream,
Others listened to the wind and the sapphire stream
Singing as it ran daintily on, tripping along
Over boulders and pebbles rubbed smooth like glass;
And yet some more winged their way
Into a marbled paradise, to keep fears at bay;
Stringing words into rhyme, and then
Over strange lands and unknown races they flew
Until they stopped, paused and saw you.
thoughts are like butterflies, fly around in colors and shades and it is a wonderful feeling... Rani I liked this one.10
wandering one millon finding one...an ultimate resort... impressive write, rani 10
i love it. absolutely brilliant! ! ! keep writing, please! !
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I would like to translate this poem
Thoughts sprayed in colourful words. sathya narayana