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Clouds environs the sky with its grey veil,
As it chants spells of rain,
Clashing onto your window pane,
These drops soothes your pain.
Once pale, the grasses are now gay,
Flowers abloom,
Trees sways,
The forest turned enchanted.
The nature, new born.
Closing your eyes
Drifting into a paracosm
Greenary encloses your world.
Where flowers blossomed,
Sprinkling the green grass with different hues.
Here the rain, to you,has been ne'er so appealing
The nature has painted itself in pastel.
So awe-inspiring.
The sweet smell of wet earth,
Envelopes your nostrils
The caress of the wind
Filling your barren soul,
The marks you bare on your body
The numerous scratches,
From the lashes of betrayal,lies and hatred,
Is now healed.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
