Crunching leaves , under my feet
as my legs carried me
deep into valleys ; so green .

Hands carrying one of my favourite books
The wild woods ,
welcomes me
embracing me with its fondling winds .

A smile caresses my face
when a hammock meets my gaze
Swinging slightly right to left
as if lurring into its beautiful trap .
Granting permission to my legs
it took me near that preety cage
All those worry left my head
as my back lays on its rest

The harshness of hammock's thread
felt like a "sandle wood 's" grace
The sun shines bright
so , I squint shut my eyes
breathing the pure wild
that's lulling me to sleep.

A place nowhere , I want to live
where my pride 'd meet its peace
and so can my fascination increase.

Jk


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