Road spiralled to the mountain top,
high and lonely,
geared for a sweet drop,
deep valley, magical streams appeared tiny,
fear wobbled over the mighty air,
in bird’s territory,
wings glided beyond aware.
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A perfect pleasure. I counted only 47 syllables, perhaps ” Nano-verse ” or ” Nano-poem ” might be an innovative way of describing miniature delights such as this.
Thanks so much Louis. Sometimes it’s boring to read a long poem so I’m trying to write smaller/compact stuff. Thanks for your encouragement.
Short but picturesque. Delightful.
Thanks Madhu.