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Tuesday, February 18, 2020



A scent of nard, the billowing gust of wind
Is it you my love that gazes beyond afar---
Never will I forget the sweet yet noble
An inspiration that struck and pierced.
Started O' beauty of sunset and sunrise,
And rolling waves that clamor the nadir
Hues of colour that dulls the prism
The bluish letter that tells the secret!
Quite a long story yet it imbibes my will,
To write metaphors of love that recedes
At the shadows of music and the breeze
That refuses to send its caprice and whim!
The autumn of browns and tinges of scarlet,
Winter of blues some moments of sadness
Beyond reason, unreal captured no less
The fickle heart that succumb to duress!
An inspiration that beacons the sky---
Never failing the hills , true delight!
No, don't open the blue letter, of blush,
My inspiration was written with a sash!

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