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*Reading a book by a tree, With sunshine dancing on the face; Walking down the beach, On a lazy pace. Stargazing, with a loved one; Wind flowing through hair; A delicious, soft cake, That no one shall share. Walking barefoot on the grass; A nice hot cup of soup; Feeling cold morning air against the skin; Sunsets- fantastic scenes to shoot. Travelling solo for the first time, Feeling responsible and independent; Making a friend out of a stranger, What a happy accident! A smile, never seen before Giving reassurance; Reading travel diaries; Camping close to a forest. Capturing memories In photographs; Singing along- loudly, To the favourite songs. The sound of the rain, And filling lungs with petrichor; Falling of the first leaf in autumn, Only to be followed by more. Stay close to the nature, For none of these require using a gadget, Best things have always been there, Even if they are counted as ****** Learn to appreciate, The smallest of things in life, Before it all succumbs to- An egoistic strife.*
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
Beautiful Things
*Reading a book by a tree, With sunshine dancing on the face; Walking down the beach, On a lazy pace. Stargazing, with a loved one; Wind flowing through hair; A delicious, soft cake, That no one shall share. Walking barefoot on the grass; A nice hot cup of soup; Feeling cold morning air against the skin; Sunsets- fantastic scenes to shoot. Travelling solo for the first time, Feeling responsible and independent; Making a friend out of a stranger, What a happy accident! A smile, never seen before Giving reassurance; Reading travel diaries; Camping close to a forest. Capturing memories In photographs; Singing along- loudly, To the favourite songs. The sound of the rain, And filling lungs with petrichor; Falling of the first leaf in autumn, Only to be followed by more. Stay close to the nature, For none of these require using a gadget, Best things have always been there, Even if they are counted as ****** Learn to appreciate, The smallest of things in life, Before it all succumbs to- An egoistic strife.*
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
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