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◾Reflection - A Tale Of My Serene◾

Mild cool breeze, fleeting tunes,
I sit here by riverside all day long.
The water cripples every worries
& reflects the way full of merries.

Celestial ambience, lush green meadow,
I spend my time in my utter grief.
The water pushes its mild weave away,
& reflects the scene in where solace flies.

Series of amber trees,unrevealed beauty,
I lie in peace by riverside with my solitude.
The water weaves a layer of tranquility,
& reflects the remedy to never feel guilty.

Euphonious rumbling of leaves,silent nature,
I lounge my drowsy body by riverside in fidelity.
The water enunciates the words untold,
& reflects the indications leading resilience.

Tantalising warmth, soothing sunlight,
I rest my body by riverside in seclusion.
The water keeps me away from chaos,
& reflects the imprints of delightfulness.

Redolent petrichor of rains,bright vibgyor,
I quench the thirst of my skin by riverside.
The water showers euphoria isolating the aches,
& reflects the light to enjoy the privacy unfaded.

Insatiable desires,flamboyant rays of hope,
I trace my every dollop of glee by riverside.
The water beckons me to witness its company,
& reflects the tale of affinity with nature’s serene.

~ ©storytellersuchismita

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