Rustic Soul (MapulemlaCImsong)(8)

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Rustic Soul


Here I am,cycling towards my destiny

An eternal tryst with Mother Nature


While the world brims

With knowledge beyond me


For my rustic soul,

The forests,an open book

Through its pages I flip each day

Sensing the moods of the universe


The sky,an endless scroll

Penning my thoughts and dreams


The birds,the sweetest musicians

Soothing my senses


And when the night is dark and cold

I feel the warmth of my loved ones


Our souls connected outshine

Even the brightest of stars

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