Do you essay to allay the fears that have been accumulating like a cloud
Inner joys under the shadows of some ominous nature conspiring
In earnest, to smudge the silver linings with hues of stubborn grey
Myriad patterns are traced across the flowers, leaves, and mountains
From the baffling times from unknown empires; perhaps, they are rising
Nature’s fragrances idle across the valleys, but the senses are unaware
Eyes are unable to interpret the changes, yet, the senses are in a drool
~Amitav
Brilliant, myriad patterns are traced across the flowers, leaves `and mountains…
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Thank you so much, Tanya.
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My pleasure!
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Very beautifully designed. Nature is like that.😍😍😍
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It is, Pritam.
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