Beneath the blue sky, at dusk advent of sudden romance occurs. A soothing breeze starts to emerge from an origin mysteriously unknown. A sudden lathargic yet desired abeyance at this moment beautifies the tunnel of timeline. The greenery, the trees, the plants, the myriad flowers all synchronised at this moment by the caressing touch of the benevolent wind. This amazing romance between the breeze and the trees, a lovely sight of nature at work is open to all, yet this magic is seen and felt by the blessed few. The chirping birds, the setting sun and the faded moon slowly ascending in the sky, flashing its brightness soon to be high are witness to this ecstacy.
The whole scenario at par with some cosmic event makes me believe that some nature's creations are meant to cross paths on a regular basis, some connections ought to be a spiritual tasks (life is so incomplete without them). If someone makes a sincere endeavour to explore the mystery behind all this happening, the reason will never be found, but a relay of a bunch of sweet memories will definitely be revealed to come alive.
The unforgettable memories in a corner of the heart or a corner of the heart without them, the little child holding on to the heart beat with some hope and some fear of loosing the hope. Holding on to life.
The whole scenario at par with some cosmic event makes me believe that some nature's creations are meant to cross paths on a regular basis, some connections ought to be a spiritual tasks (life is so incomplete without them). If someone makes a sincere endeavour to explore the mystery behind all this happening, the reason will never be found, but a relay of a bunch of sweet memories will definitely be revealed to come alive.
The unforgettable memories in a corner of the heart or a corner of the heart without them, the little child holding on to the heart beat with some hope and some fear of loosing the hope. Holding on to life.
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