I walk down the hill
through the curving mountain road
an umbrella in my hand
help me in my downhill strode
it has rained all day today
the skies are again ready to weep
I must manage my steps well
get home soon
to a glass of wine and lots of sleep
something shimmered through the earth
in those maple leaves
which died on the road
as the autumn weeped
I slowed my self down , looking
at the beaming piece of stone
it was dark purple and shone
with stokes of silver on both ends
as if dropped right from the heavens
for me , my life it could wend
I could place it on my table
such glisten such beguile
should not be left behind
who knows it will turn my talisman
and move my world
untwine
all my ties…
In response to The Daily Post: Talisman
Preeti, beautifully written. Wonderful words used in this poem ❤
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Thank you Bhavana. Glad you liked it.
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