(Original Poem)
Source: pixel
The mountains knows about you,
When you go to the mountains
You will not want to come back easily
Mountains are the saga of life
They are the fantacy of the youthfuls
They are the tonic of ill hearts
Mountains are rugged, stony and wiggly
And they have serpents, wild beasts and crawlers
The weather is uncertain, very rainy and cold
But they are beautiful
High landscape and steep mountains
With wonderous valleys and little springs
Cherry, rhodedron, and nameless, countless wild flowers
Scenting and blending with the freshest air
Landscapes covering lascivious grassses and biggest tress
O' mountains, you are my first love
Whenever I feel lonely and dishearted
I come to you to get refreshed.
Poem by: Hemendra patar
Date: 3/2/2018
Beautiful poetry... I've never been to the mountains, yet. But that is my intention one day.
Oh really! You should go. Thank you for your nice comment.
It's on my list <3
Welcome!
Beautiful! I want to go to the mountains!