Isn't everything around us tales?
Full of stories,
Full of muses.
The whistling breeze passing through my ear, when interpreted, decodes many hymes.
The roots promissing the plants to support till the eternity.
The sun in the morning sky, announces its monopoly over it.
The intimacy between dew drops and leaves reflects a different anecdote.
The nightfall about to tell it's story of falling in love;
And the daybreak mourning over its anecdote of broken heart.
Darker the nights, darker the secrets.
The tale of rusted copper of the tingling bells screams grief and pain.
The crickets having a heart to heart chat with their mates and my scribbling just intruding them.
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Tales Around Us
RomansaKeen observation of nature and the relationship it shares, the love it shares with other elements. Tales are all around us, we just don't heed upon them
