NaPoWriMo 23
Wilderness
In lush green meadows, thrushes trill,
Amidst the thickets, burbling brooks flow.
Wilderness whispers, thousands of tales,
Where once poetic muses lay in bounties!
Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats did roam,
In nature's embrace, they found their home.
Lakes and woods in Frost's embrace,
Master craftsmen of poems in wilderness.
Bards hearts search wilderness in vain,
In minds and memories, they remain.
They sing of desolate landscapes, with melancholic muse.
Echoes of past, is where the wilderness thrive!
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