Humidity covered like silver lace
Birds started to sing songs but stopped
Darkness not wipe-off dawn
Leaves swing in the lazy breeze.
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Sleeplessness becomes a blessing, if we enjoy the sights and sounds of nature. The thoughts you shared are really inspiring.
Let me see the outside view But songs unheard and eyes faded Hissing sounds echoed into my ears Only the cries of mom'sI heard Morning.......beautiful ❤
Beautifully written poem dear Sekharan.