There’s a world, in cyan mirth,
Where doves coo, and skylarks soar;
Up, inside the elated vault,
Where angels sing melodies galore.
A stray cloud from the festivities’ throne,
Passes by the terraqueous earth;
It sits atop the mountaintop,
Bleached of its grey glorying adorn,
Crying its pristine berries, all but alone.
As the sun kisses the tender drops, its own;
Shimmering gold on silver:
Effulgence shielded by coats of green;
A honeysuckle smiles coyly from in between.
The cloud beholds: a twilight fantasy;
It sends rippling fragments of luminescent wishes,
Into the fragile vessel of the oceanic dreams;
As it sighs caressing its weighing heart,
The wind carries its smarting whispers to my lips.
That was great, Soumya 🙂
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Thank you, Richard 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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Loved this, keep it up!
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Thanks, Aakash 🙂
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Amazing. 😀 One question though whats the inspiration?
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Thank you. I owe it all to my overly imaginative mind. 🙂
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