Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Picturesque

 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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