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Slow steady breaths tints the window pane,
Rain pelts down the silvery glass,
Dust covered sills.
You breathe in the wet earth.
It calms you,
Makes you feel alive.
You close your eyes,
And see the world tumble down
Into thousands of scenarios—picturesque.
The once brisky rain,
Which melted the earth,
Has now ceased, as the snowy flakes
took its place.
Vibrant colors enriched the beauty of the inky void sky
As claret red tints the lush grass,
Refracting through the crystal clear frost.
Birds perching up high,
On the branches of mahogany,
Melodious voices wrapping the periphery,
Elaborate aromas of sweet honey combs,
Flood your nostrils,
As the cenotaph–grey skies
seems to frown upon as they thundered.
The fatigued summer rays,
Flickered to life
As the golden warmth touches your face.
The approaching silence,
Bursting into soft whispers.
You let your self bathe in the gamboge–gold light.
You feel your soul,
Breathing life,
Basking your wings in the smouldering gold,
You attempt to fly,
High in the sky.
You inhale the marchpane taste of autumn harvest.
Sparks of enthuse graces your eyes,
But soon does it end,
Your journey towards the sky,
The feathery touches you lend
On the thick shrubbery grass.
As you open your eyes,
Once again, you're graced
With the lifeless, dull sky.
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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✔ __________________________________...
