Yet Another Mountain Poem




The winterline spills embers 

Across the horizon.

She soaks up the colour; doe eyes reflecting 

The dying sun.

I cling to that moment, unwilling to accept

The transition.

So evanescent; like the light in her eyes,

It doesn't last.



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  1. Unknown20 March 2021 at 02:06

    Waheguru ji ka khalsa, Waheguru ji ki fateh. Bhot vadiya likhiya mundiya. Balle ni tere. 🎼💥🥳

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