A bright day like any, her being got the birth
Journey of ages again, heat to the hearth,
The era of the nonage was rich with the tunes
Soaring through the Silence in the ocean of dunes,
Ways of the sways, twirling in the darkness
Had mercy of moon, till cooling of whiteness,
Rhymes and her thoughts bloomed with the fragrance
That hope and emptiness grew in abundance,
The will in the valley, for a sight of horizon
Further longing rests, in the wake of a vision,
A sound mystical, fill the breath magically
The yearning and earning were content spiritually,
How cherished and celebrated a living could become
Half-parted eyes have, the Universe of ‘Aum’
Let The letting be so light as a feather in the cosmos,
Is blessed with the boons and basking in the sunrise.
Beautiful ❤,
Very meaningful.
I love that you write with such elegance.🌈✨💫