The sky is wearing a fluffy grey couture.
The greens are swaying.
There's this cool breeze,
invigorating and refreshing.
And the grass, the driveway,
they are moist
from the love that poured yesternight.
And though I can't see them,
I do hear the birds chirping.
And all this...
is so blissfully,
so romantically picturesque.
Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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