Close eyes to feel the breeze

let your smile make a crease


Listen to rustling trees, swaying with wind

narrating the tales of hinterland


Talk to the chirping and whistling birds

welcoming lightning and thud


Let your hair flow free

let them where they want to be


Darker skies, devoid of Sun

it’s not the time to tie them in bun


As the raindrop touches heart of the Earth

and soothes burning hearth


The same way garden of Elysium bloom in wounds..in this season

and love happens without a reason.


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