Monday, June 6, 2022

The artist in our soul

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A peaceful hurricane swirls inside me, speaking the language of the breeze, subtle, secretive, menacing, gentle.. carrying tatters of history, 


The dark Clouds bring in infinite thoughts rushing in, fading away.. Baseless.. Clustered.. Heavy.. Thickening.. Darkening.. Beautiful.. Racing.. At the mercy of someone else..bringing rain.. Clouding sunshine..  


For miles i could see the rain and it's tango with the breeze.. Veiled in heavily Layered Sheets.. Filtering teasing Glimpses of varying silhouettes that lure with intrigue.. The fog embraces the hills under a thick blanket rising leaving deepening hues behind.. Revealing Tiny Droplets of water swinging on flowers in glee.. 


The palm trees swayed high above, dancing to the entrancing music of the breeze.. eyes flirting with the myriad hues of flowers.. besotted.. spellbound in the lap of Earth.. spreading their fragrance of love..


Clouds suspended in stupefied adulation.. Unconscious of the strong buffeting winds.. Rooted.. Till that last glimpse.. Birds flying home.. Some sitting on wires enjoying the peace and a last tete a tete before sleep.. Joining Nature to unveil, The artist in our soul 

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