The World of Mine

1 years ago

proteeti

@sambhavami

The chirrup of birds,

The swooshing of wind on trees.

The ignorant gurgling of rivers melting

Into the salty, sprawling seas.

The petrichor after a flood,

Tree branches floating by.

Deep dark forests closing in

On sunny desert dries.

A flower blooms,

The fresh leaves smile.

Ragged, patched and sewn up-

Stands my lonely isle.

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