Nestled in the midst of the forest
a humble cottage spew out smoke,
petrichor emanated from the dews
mixing with the rainbow's stroke.
A night to remember, so it seemed
with chargrilled pepper on the broil,
salty sweat beads covered the body
as if little dews on the damp soil.
Rosy smell arose from the shrub
as sweet as the pie they baked,
watching the moonlight shimmer
penetrating the air as it raked.
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Things of Beauty
Poetry"A thing of beauty, is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases; It will never pass into nothingness." - John Keats Presenting to you, a collection of poetry on different topics and themes that reminds you of beauty.
