

Blessed rain pours down
showering the trees and earth
Thank you my dear Lord.
Sky
The clear bright blue sky
Appears very welcoming

Spring
As the wind does blow
Across the trees. I see the
buds blossoming in May.
Sun
The sun rise in East,
Travelling throughout
the Earth,
Shining for the
world’s joy.
Wind
White flag on the bay
waving proudly to the
crowd
as wind blew softly.
What am I?
I am smart yet
illiterate,
I speak in all
languages,
I never go to
school. Ans:
echoes
Beautiful Pain
Love can be painful,
Wishes turn into
despair,
Yet the pain is beau.
Desolation
In sea of million,
Talk and laugh
without a thought,
Here I alone.
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