Tiptoeing at dawn
In their nimble feet
The clouds go on
To gather around
The slice of ripe blood orange
Cradling the snowy doves
On their feathery bosoms
Who sluice the morning air
With their mellifluous music
Attracting an escalade of stares
This is a beauty. π
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Thank you so much! π
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Welcome. π
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Very lovely and the photo is beautiful, Soumya π
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I was lucky enough to find it. Thank you so much, Erika! π
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Very welcome, Soumya π
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You are a class writer
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I’m no writer. I’m just a student who loves penning down her thoughts. But thank you so much for your kind compliments. π
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One who write is a Writer
You could be a Disciple in academics
But here you are a Master
Naive like me write simple
But you write deep thoughtful and spiritual
One who writes is writer…
You could be Disciple in academics
But here You are Master…
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Thank you for your generous words, Neeraj. π
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Fabulous!
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Thank you! π
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Welcome! πππΌ
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This sight is so beautiful n u described it soo well
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Thank you, Izza! :*
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