Saffron - A Poetry Collection
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"I also have some rhymes to sing,
Besides all the tales I tell.
I also have some tunes to hum,
Besides all those words I spell.
I'm spinning all those tunes herein,
To mark a note for the day Sun fell."
The earthly canvas describes saffron as a colour discovering the divine meaning of the world through the glasses sheilding poetic freedom across the lands that celebrate the invigorating aroma of the latent verses sung by Mother Nature.
Thus, I pen down these latent verses on my canvas. Explore the colours stamped on this canvas... as they might fade the next day, for a new poetry that awaits.
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