The heaven's eye becomes tired
With rage,
Water endless in the sea.
Winter deflowers the tree,
Spring fills the fissures-
The process constant all year round.
Clouds take off the canopy-
Vapours make a sail
Occuring in cycles.
Leaves green and alive
Develops gray hue,
A tree never stops dreaming.
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Author:
UJJAL MANDAL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 30th, 2023 09:18
- Category: Spiritual
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