My muse..
Sitting in lawn
And gazing vast sky
Is my muse
I pour my love
On birds
On flowers
On invisible gases of environment
I love
To keep myself silent
For hours
My hawk eyes
Feel immense pleasure
When blue sky turns into cloudy
When sunshine disappears
And rain tickles
I keep cool myself
Even though
Tears trickle.
And gazing vast sky
Is my muse
I pour my love
On birds
On flowers
On invisible gases of environment
I love
To keep myself silent
For hours
My hawk eyes
Feel immense pleasure
When blue sky turns into cloudy
When sunshine disappears
And rain tickles
I keep cool myself
Even though
Tears trickle.
Labels: Poem, Psychology, Rain, Tear, Weather

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