Fresh Earth

Fresh Earth shrugs off the sorrowful tone of unfulfilled dreams

Constant buzz near the ears created by rapid wing movement of voices

From where they fly remains a mystery; restless like hummingbirds

Rainbow streaks became monochrome in disguise of dark

Light filters through the foliage carrying waves of realisations

Steep night descends unceremoniously in deep caverns

Covers of the night become irrelevant while confronting daylight

Naked and pure, the verdant valley echo sounds of love

Serpentine road beckons the traveller with whistling tones of winds

Humble paradise embellished with enlightened visions



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