Mysterious Pink Flowers
The mysterious pink flowrs that I have seen in my dreams,
Not all that unusual;
Common to others they may seem
I dreamed of the mountains, the pines and the frost
The quiet, the stillness, the peace where I can get lost
In the depths of my awareness,
I searched for this place
A small hill station, Shimala,
Revealed its Grace
Truly miraculous as the moments unfold its power
Wayward north traveling up the mountainside, I see those pink flowrs
A snapshot in time now, a small city revealed,
I am smiling inside, in my heart, the pink flowers are sealed.
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