I wonder why winter comes…..

Once again it happened in winter. A magical spell that stroll in the morning and propagate when sun goes down. It’s winter that brew the air and not spring. It’s autumn that paints the ground red and green.

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Evenings of winter are more glorious and mornings are even more bright. The spell is cast in night and the dawn observes it here and there. When everything around blossom with cold, a gentle and warm stream, floats over the river and get dissolved in sunshine.

I wonder, why winter come and slow down the world !

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Then one day in bright nights of season, I stared at the moon. And it helped me to have all positive breeze and I hold it together close to my heart.

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A dream in forest !

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When he was in slumber,

roof was getting bright.

dark underneath,

warm pine dreamt.

Green veil filtered,

rays got pink.

As he stretched arms,

Gosh, it was not a dream.

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© seren_smk

Rather Be Less Human…..

Mornings are always inspiring and made me wrote these random lines.

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Rather Be ‘Less Human’

I didn’t expect that butterflies should

have memories!

Why, such spirit should carry such burden,

but I know butterflies understand the touch.

Only if you have feel those colors,

holding your heart in hands.

I would rather be a bird and

collect some grass.

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I will spend time with pond.

Like a purplerum,

will soak the sun.

I would rather be,

‘less human.’