In the pastel morning
While the world is still asleep
Sunlight penetrates through the canopies of trees
Sweeping the dust, off the pensive leaves
Dust, so elusive
Swirls and dances
To the tunes of the welkin’s harp
Creating symphonies
Upon nature’s lap
lovely!!! keep writing!
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Thank you for your comment, Chitra. And, I will. 🙂
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You8 really wanna take medicines…you are so good with literature. 🙂
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Haha! That made me smile. Thank you so much! 🙂 ❤
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🙂
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This reminds of the time when I was a morning person 😂
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Actually, I was watching “The Golden Compass”, last night. And then, I read a beautiful love poem on “dust”. So, you see, the concept of “dust”, got stuck in my head. That’s when I wrote this. 😛
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Awesome
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Thank you!
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☺
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wahh nice poem.
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Thanks for reading!
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Lovely ❤ ❤ ❤ 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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It is the morning I had today 🙂 Stole a glance into nature’s play
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Hey, that rhymes! 😀
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I realized it now 🙂 See, you inspire!
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Aww. You people just make my day, seriously! 😀
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This is an awesome poem, it evoked beautiful images
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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very very beautiful ❤
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Thank you so much, Aditi! 🙂
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