21feb 2021
The wind played songs of musk, to the soundless music of falling leaves, that rustled and danced their lyrical goodbyes, hushing the storming melodrama in my heart. The flowers smiled words meant-to-be. The sky wrote a rosy eulogy, that sang of life and rest, of experiencing opposite sides. A lone star blinked in emotion. The sea remained a loyal witness to the steady heartbeat of the earth, and the sweet notes of a cuckoo's compelling song, translating happy notes in every ear, breathed ochre hues of the sun..
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