The Garden of Emerald

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THE GARDEN OF EMERALD

In the summer of sunlit green

The brown woods, drenched with light.

Afar, little bugs hovers upon youthful grace

And those innocent eyes shines with mischief.

 As the playful legs traverse, far to the shining green,

 The juvenile trees baths in profuse delight

 As the wind makes his way, far afield

 Serenity twirls, making the spry leaves descent.

  Long gloom knocks the doorstep

 Withering ages welcomes the yellow heaven

Upon lie all the spirits, once fresh

The Garden of Emerald, so named, feast our eyes on bliss.

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  1. Literature QueenJune 5, 2020 at 10:13 PM

    I love your new blog. The background of your blog is so much better than mine. I love your username, Miss Eloquent. I relished rereading your poem, Fragrance and I love you described the aroma of nature as alluring.

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    1. Miss EloquentJune 6, 2020 at 9:22 AM

      Thanks for visiting my blog. I was waiting for your comment. Love you loads!

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    2. Literature QueenJune 6, 2020 at 8:11 PM

      I love you too. I love reading your comments on my blog as well.

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  2. UnknownJune 5, 2020 at 11:07 PM

    It was such an amazing poem! Loved reading it.

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  3. UnknownJune 8, 2020 at 10:26 PM

    What a mesmerising writing! filled my heart

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  4. Miss EloquentJune 8, 2020 at 10:51 PM

    Thanks for visiting my blog and supporting me!!

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  5. UnknownJune 25, 2020 at 6:35 PM

    Hello! This was an astounding poem, I loved reading it

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  6. AnnaSeptember 14, 2020 at 8:25 PM

    This was a great poetry, I loved reading abt nature!

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  7. Dyuthi Alva✨️November 9, 2021 at 2:50 PM

    It was wowtastic!

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