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I and you,
Suit in the lines,
Which showery,
Dream dance,
Looking the future,
To be flowery!
I and you,
Suit in the lines,
Which showery,
Dream dance,
Looking the future,
To be flowery!
Love is togetherness.
Summers, oh shine; oh, beauty sublime. Your nature, so special, a place in heart dwelled. The descriptions, the essence of the breeze, it all touches the intense, of one's being. Fruits, oh nature; beautifully you dress, love in every hue, you bless forth to feel. As you leave, and the winters come. Every breeze kisses, as it flashes by the dreams, of the earlier transitions, when summers went, leaving space for winters, to dine. From t-shirts, now to sweaters and coats, oh born fire I see, as the street I walk. Mornings so compose, grab me enough, that I feel- my presence, my every footstep. Chill attires its disposition- so grave, that it brings smile, as peace resides. In every walk, a chat with self builds, to acknowledge, the leaves, the shelter of the trees, as we walk the parks. Every passer-by, is a friend- this chilly season. For, the seasons are same- for everyone. Yet, a lesson- for life is taught, that nature- never difference...
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