*I sit by the lake,
on the lush green grass,
gently try to break
my inner thoughts,
and silently assimilate
chirping of birds,
rhythmic swaying of trees
by the sweet breeze,
stare at the white cotton clouds
spread on the chimerical blue
and try to soak the pure dew
till the morning remains new.*
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
*I sit by the lake,
on the lush green grass,
gently try to break
my inner thoughts,
and silently assimilate
chirping of birds,
rhythmic swaying of trees
by the sweet breeze,
stare at the white cotton clouds
spread on the chimerical blue
and try to soak the pure dew
till the morning remains new.*
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