Pages infused with a scent of a bouquet of lavender
My serene thoughts tumble into one another as they swiftly gather
Giving it tender dimension, depth and sound, I write about the quiet breeze that blows
Or the burgeoning black mass of cloud that lividly rolls
Musing about raindrops tapping a rhythmic beat on my window
Or the trees outside blanketed with frost and crystalline snow
Spilling sun-drenched dreams on it, or the winter's chill
Snow capped peaks rise on it or bluebells bloom on the distant green hills
Messy handwriting smudged by splotches of dewy tears
Writing is cathartic when I pen down my worries and fears
Blank pages wait to be filled with scribbles, doodles or colors
Stories and tales yet to be told
Lyrics of songs, dancing as they unfold
Shuffling between magic and reality
Sad farewells steep in melancholy
Long lost shorelines call with the softest whispers
Pressed between the pages are withered roses and fragile wildflowers
Water lily ponds soaked in the moonlight and owls hooting in the silent night
Crimson sunsets with an amber glow find a place in all that I write…
©️ Sangeetha Kamath
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
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