Dreams of my figment,
Coloured in my conscience..
Waiting for the tall grass to grow
To go silently in romance
Of land far and men few..
Just the trembling of joy
Enough to kindle curiosity...

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I miss the winter Sun
And where Corona was just a beer
Times when going out was not a problem..
But delving inside was a challenge.
I hope to open my eyes
And see a world changed
With every life counting
And every one cares..
Is it the wishful thinking I am delving into
Soon shall open eyes and see..
Have we learned? Are we changed?
Do we care for nature and animals both
And love without bias and colour
Where we can stop and rest
And live life as it passes by..

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Under the Hibiscus tree...

In full bloom she welcomed,
the girl who was spartan and free..
Dazzling and bright,
Her effervescence brightens up the night..
She is my carefree spirit
You will find her only connecting with things,
Real... simple...hidden...and free

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