She took me into her scented arms
buried me between her breasts
and filled me to full with a lotus drink
on the lawn at the slender river brink
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I woke up to find magic of the wind
playing its flute in the floral bowers..... //.... This short poem is the epitome of aesthetic beauty that lies in the lap of mother nature and the magic of cordial words and human feelings.Thank you so much.
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I woke up to find magic of the wind playing its flute in the floral bowers..... //.... This short poem is the epitome of aesthetic beauty that lies in the lap of mother nature and the magic of cordial words and human feelings.Thank you so much.