23march 2021
What magic is imbued in the air.. where buildings and trees dive into the sea.. and clouds draw castles in the air.. birds speak incessantly, breaking the language barrier.. relaying messages far and wide, expressing their refreshed joy and wonder.. sunshine outlines hills and valleys sketched wide across the East.. yet i wonder what has stopped the wind in its tracks.. the warbler, the cuckoo, the crow, the eagle, the sparrow, the parrots.. interpreting, translating, mixing.. it has its hands full today.. the sun plays hide and seek, radiating crimson songs.. making heartbeats sing along, as they involuntarily stop and race.. at every little glimpse.. as the laughing clouds roll around in splits..
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