#PoetryParlour#AZatPP#Day8#H
Hamlet of Mine.
My hamlet stands,
In the hilly slopes,
Of a magic mountain.
.
It has withstood,
The ravages of time,
To become a fountain,
Of thoughts sublime.
.
Its rustic crowd,
Dusty roads, careless beauty,
Provides food for thought,
Rekindling a fire,
To awaken the poet in me.
.
The magic mountain,
Has saved its soul,
Its essence,
In unblemished whole,
By putting it,
Beyond the watchful eyes,
Of the civilized world,
By wrapping it,
In its magical curtain.
.
Only our rustic crowd,
Who echoes its sentiments,
In their heart aloud,
Can find this hamlet,
Far from the maddening crowd.
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