Nature's symphony

 Poem by Mishka-

Nature's symphony



The pearls of the garden curl up their petals,

The antediluvian mixtapes endure playing.

The serene smile passed on me by the little,

And the lush, wet grass sprinkles few drops of water when rubbed over.

Her perfect sight forced me smiling,

From the rain to start showering.

To soaking me and my shadow in the era of divine,

Gazing for hours but don't know how time flew.

I found myself dozing off on the bench on which I sat with her,

When it was calm, but now I wake up mystified thinking I have hand on her but authentically on the frosty dew.

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