Through The Palliating Veins - Poem by Rachit Bansal
Beneath the brown ridges,
enduring the feet that walk upon,
faithfully preparing self,
to discern the first threads of dawn.
Betwixt the moist shadows
through the minuscule pore,
around the viridescent coat:
a yet to open door.
Through the palliating veins,
gazing at the anticipated sight,
reflecting back upon me,
along my first light.
Up the creator's crowd,
below the white bow of horizon,
escalating upon the nodes,
up towards the sun.
Above the soil that hid,
leaving behind salient shadows,
upon my holy creator,
one giving me life, in his meadows.
Topic(s) of this poem: nature, personification, poetry, trees
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