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Alone in a blank meadow
even that night hadn't grown any shadow

Certainly I had seen
the mystic moonlight was falling on the purples of the valleys, dancing  with the sweet summer breeze


Certainly I had seen,
Her smile on the dark side of the moon,
how did she unclosed herself in an unclogged sky!
how did her glimmer attract the arbitary!
did you see her streaming  beauty anytime?

I am not a poet at all,
So I could not write an ode about her beauty,
Yeah, finally dreams were coming slowly from the wide open sky_

Slowly and Slowly,
I was mingling with her shimmering
even I could not bear her long
wild and mad looks,
such a heavy unfolded glee,
Oh! very smashing shines spreading beyond  the valley,
That only be vented by the poetess Shelley....


@Musfiq us shaleheen
sometimes beauty grabs us and it feels unspeakable but we enjoy it in our mind and soul and it grows romanticism....
Gladys P May 2014
Spring** has sprung, into
A display of cheerful shades,
Like painted canvas.
Gladys P Apr 2014
A*  pink  rose  unfolds
Into  Springs  light  tend­er  breeze
Sending  out  *fragrance

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