The beauty of nature found everywhere,
From the way the leaves fall down on the ground,
Each leaf crafted with so much effort and creativity
that it makes me question if there is ever a thing called time,
to the way the snow-clad mountains stand with pride,
makes me want to question every basis of my doing.
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POEMS
PoetryJust some random scribbles :) *Poems written from past, present, and further days to come. *Poem journaling.
