Moving trees made me realise the splendor of nature..
Perl of fresh air had given me a hope to breathe..
To the song which I sing will be sung in a new sanity..
Drizzling rain had a story to say, a beautiful story..
Sparkling glimpses of raising clouds from the valley..
I lean to a blackstone just to inhale this magic..
Mesmeizing waterfall was added to make it perfect..
The time spent in search of the existence looked valuable..
I was not discovered, I had a breath to breathe..
Perl of fresh air had given me a hope to breathe..
To the song which I sing will be sung in a new sanity..
Drizzling rain had a story to say, a beautiful story..
Sparkling glimpses of raising clouds from the valley..
I lean to a blackstone just to inhale this magic..
Mesmeizing waterfall was added to make it perfect..
The time spent in search of the existence looked valuable..
I was not discovered, I had a breath to breathe..
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it is in this generosity that a true sense of
belonging is born. [Lines from Rebecca's blogpost]