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Sunshine


It is beyond any word to describe the depth of sunshine, the feelings, the aroma. It was a quiet morning. The path was beautiful, of course in my eyes, as I was enjoying the fallen leaves and petals of flowers. I preferred walking to smell the nature. I got a squirrel with four brown bird collecting food under a mango tree. I found a butterfly was competing with me and I speed up my pace. At last, the butterfly became tired and sat over the green leaf of a wild tree.

Talking nature…

under the sunshine

my palms were filled

with flower petals

to weave a dream in leisure

and again, share it with all.

Sunshine was beautiful and was penetrating in each cell to recall my childhood days.

I loved it

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