- The scintillating daylight is fading;
The atmosphere is turning gloomy.
I confide in the calmness before the storm approaches.
- Down come the shrouds of misery, cascading!
The boscage surrounding my cottage is bloomy.
A tide of serenity encroaches.
- Samruddhi.
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wrath of dainty nature.
PoetryA collection of poems about the beauty of nature from my eyes.
