The world seems to align
Lush green grasses
Lavender aroma
My head spins in glee.
Innate desires when
Flow through playing havoc with
Every cumber.
The exquisite euphoria
Experience by soul
Adorn even the solitude.
The moment to be thankful
The moment to be grateful
The moment to appreciate
What is it I obtained.
Countless demons
And their fracas get drown
Into the sea of all consuming bliss.
At this tick I discover
An equilibrium craved for
And savour the rejoice
It stretches to me.
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This poem deals with divine happiness one derives when her goals seem to be getting fulfilled.
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