Poem By Bindu Borle

The hills, the trees and the distant lands,
Though very far but still near to my soul,
Each embodies a part of my being,
Talks of a special relationship,
An everlasting bond
Between the two lovers
Love which is to be cherised forever,
the hills/symbolizes the height I want to achieve...
the trees/ fecund imagination and aspirations
the distant lands/ the oblivion where I want to lose myself forever...

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Nice short poem. Thank you.

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