The beauty of tiny drops of water on the soft petals lurking in the lush green wet leaves; after a pouring shower
The melody in mellifluous tunes of birds sighing and perching on the dry green foliage of trees; at the crack of dawn
The blend of fledgling hues and impeccable blue shade of sky fading as strokes of orange in the impending hush; in the twilight of dusk
The gush of roaring waves raving to the bay and ebbing away in serenity as dying cadence of music ;in the summer moon’s lull
The innocence in the gentle smile of flowers in bloom lurching in the wild cascades of wind; in the colourful spring
The symphony of soothing breeze rustling over the wilted leaves echoing as the pulse of thoughts, dormant in memory; in the biting winter
Are some of those, many ecstatic fantasies, innate in Creation.................
The melody in mellifluous tunes of birds sighing and perching on the dry green foliage of trees; at the crack of dawn
The blend of fledgling hues and impeccable blue shade of sky fading as strokes of orange in the impending hush; in the twilight of dusk
The gush of roaring waves raving to the bay and ebbing away in serenity as dying cadence of music ;in the summer moon’s lull
The innocence in the gentle smile of flowers in bloom lurching in the wild cascades of wind; in the colourful spring
The symphony of soothing breeze rustling over the wilted leaves echoing as the pulse of thoughts, dormant in memory; in the biting winter
Are some of those, many ecstatic fantasies, innate in Creation.................
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