Whistles of land, voices of our click-clacks.

Crunching whispers of leaves, fallen from the autumn spring.

The breezy winds of silence.

Awaiting for the nature’s offspring.

Perhaps the Cotton beauty envelope to the nature’s ceiling.

Eyes of wonders, seeking a new discovery.

Lovers of leaves and lives giggling, and it’s restless ecstasy.

The mere memories of old world.

Evolved into everyone’s peace.

Homes became a family for the beauty of smiles.

Divine hearts that smiled, laughs in our diamonds.

The brightness of nature, awoke the wind.

Perhaps, the nature’s offsprings flee to another, home.

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