in one bright and sunny afternoon sun.
It was like a cloud with golden rim
and it was joy to behold and lots of fun.
When the clouds sail atop the hills -
the flying fog mildly touches my face.
I cannot say what it really feels
as it floats gaily with queenly grace.
Flowers of all shades bloomed in valley
and flocks of sheep grazed nearby.
The gurgling stream was like an alley
and sun beamed through the blue sky.
Prasenjit©2022
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