Thursday, 21 March 2024

Bliss

Walking with the beats
Showers of petals drizzling
One on shoulder, rest on ground
Carasing the face as a lover.

The shades of green
Reflection of sun
Canopy of forest
An ethereal beauty of nature

Music of the birds
Welcoming a new day
Spreading the clamness
All around the woods.

A warm invite
To this blissful place
A breath of freshness
From all the chaos.


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