Measured quivering, unknown rhythm of eventide Flurry of activities of winged messengers before retiring Sky gently blends the afterglow with warm invitations for night There is no rush, yet, we cannot fathom the eternal patience Precise movement according to the mood that prevails Nature does not narrate its feelings in abbreviations Glorious languour entices the solitary observer within its folds Exceptional beauty reveals pure feelings without … Continue reading No Rush