While journeying, up the hills*

While journeying up and above
Misty foggy day whence we felt,  for love,
Found spread like carpet green
Gardens smelling liquor like spring,

Whilst journeying up and above
Guided by our lust for wander and love,
Saw how water sprinklers shot
Sprays of jets, watery , soft,

We stood there, for a while,
The morning was then, breaking, with smiles,
It had been a journey such
To meet what our mind's eyes matched,

We filled out hearts with the serene sense,
Green like youthful, pleasure dense,
Whence came to us with Joys true,
In pictures of mist, fog, an aromatic view.

(*Note : the photo attached was taken by me, while traveling to the hills.)


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