This is a wonderful experience on a hill-top when nature is at its best. Do try to visit the Delo hills of Kalimpong to experience an experience....


On the Delo hills



As I walk up the hills
Locked in a close embrace
With the wispy clouds cold and grey
Their cold fingers pull me near
And lifting me off the ground
Place me amongst the clouds, cold and grey.

All around there is a void
Filled only by the softly blowing breeze
And the fluffy clouds
Unrolling carpets as I walk.

And there is brightness too
As the flaming gladioli
Blanket the gently falling slopes
While the tall firs stand sentinel.

Oh, how glorious it is!
To see the purples and whites
Against the green canvas
Scrubbed brighter, everytime a cloud passes by.

I just look on to see
What secrets I can unravel
Secrets that the trees guard so closely
Lining against one another till the dark ends.

How many people would have walked like me!
To and fro the narrow winding path
And return again and again pulled by the pristine magic
By which the hills enchant you to admire them;
The magic of untouched beauty.




Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2009-05-02 at 07:40

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vladimir todor turmanev
Portraying the glorious beauty of nature.
Captivating!
2010-11-05



Thank you for allowing me to accompany you on your walk. On this cool, rainy morning it is happily welcomed.
2009-05-02