The Journal of an Indian Tea Planter's Wife
Clouds form: shining mirrors on the grass.
They settle down until the sunset's fingers reach down and pull them back up again.
Shower's over, show is done. Shower's over, Sunday is gone.
Sweet rhythm, like the rain.
Thank you, Raji.
Lalitha Ramakrishnan says: Beautiful photograph, lovely poem. I really like the last line ...
Thank you, Ma!!
Sky coming down! Wah wah. Pretty.
It was a beautiful sight.Thanks Kumar.
Beautiful evocative words! Wish I could teleport myself there to share this lovely sight! 💖
So happy you read this Divs, thanks!💕💕
Beautiful imagery!👏🏼
Thank you, KS!! Glad you liked it.
Luv the shining words 👏
Thank you, Kat!!
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Sweet rhythm, like the rain.
Thank you, Raji.
Lalitha Ramakrishnan says: Beautiful photograph, lovely poem. I really like the last line ...
Thank you, Ma!!
Sky coming down! Wah wah. Pretty.
It was a beautiful sight.
Thanks Kumar.
Beautiful evocative words! Wish I could teleport myself there to share this lovely sight! 💖
So happy you read this Divs, thanks!💕💕
Beautiful imagery!👏🏼
Thank you, KS!! Glad you liked it.
Luv the shining words 👏
Thank you, Kat!!
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