The Destination
The gentle breeze blows on me
A soothing sensation
The grey clouds gather to evoke
A delightful temptation.
The fresh flowers emanate to me
A fragrance in desperation.
Then dawned on me a realization
That this is my only destination.
Oh! How i feel drowned in the beauty
and ecstasy of this acceptation.
Is it love - the divine love
My ultimate intoxication.
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