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Wild

Meet me in the Woods Under the Open Sky, The Autumn Roads of fallen leaves left behind, At dusk or dawn when its not too bright, The drizzle of flowing River Across us shall lie, A splash of Air over our faces ; Our feets shall be at such heights, And we still be rooting For far mountains of snow shine. While we rest at the end of steep hill, listening to the heaviness of our breath taken over by the Whistling Wind Unruled by the time span ; We gaze through the thin Air, Until each of us have softened our hands and laid down our backpack. The Mystery of our silence warmed up in burning flames of Fire, And we smile along with the song being played on the Wire , We fell asleep Amidst watching the Stars dazzling on to the Vantablack Sky, And hearing the night creatures as each of us silently lie. Whole Night sensing some Vibe, We crawl under our blankets the Coldness touches Us from some random Site . The Uneasiness telling us it’s the Time We start our journey to not miss what usually is kept disguised. Its Stepping on the fresh layer of White our foot prints as if imbibed , The white piercing the darkness fuels Us with excitement and Victory over our Pride. Our numbness called once the nature unleashed its Surprise, The round Sun rising along and throwing its light. Our eyes refraining to open We in a total mesmerize, Determined We watched as far as we could; Rising up with shine. The purity was beyond Sanity We saw the Sun Nurture the Snow fallen here last night, Like a mother soothes her baby curled up in her arms as tight. And it seeped in us, deep where our soul cries , Moist eyes carried the vulnerabilities the ones our heart forever whined. Here I meet Me ;Uncensored ,Wild for the very First time.

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