memories of Pelling....

I walked through the forest
In a cold day;
Picked up berries 
On my way.

Tall pines & spruces 
Shouldered me;
From the eyes of wolves
And deadly beasts.

White shining peaks
Greeted me;
With open arms
And blissful glee.


Mist hanging like a curtain
Over the hill;
That never unveiled
Without their will.


I heard of white swans
In the lake;
And eyes of snakes
Guarded the place.

But I know not
Whether they were true;
As a kid
I believed it too.

Such innocent memories
Of those days;
I pray to God
To remain always!

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