The Undying Poetry

As we wake up each morning to witness

An untrodden, glorious morn

The nature announces its sweet freshness

In the skies, in the wind's hushed tone,

In mounts, rivers, lakes,  fields, woods and grasses

The Poetry goes on and on......

This poem is about: 
Our world

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