World of Paradise
Buds is a delicate flower.
The scent is smelling.
The four winds moving winds
are blowing their fragrance.
Rivers out from the waterfalls.
The falling droplets are search
for their lives.
My heart is now hidden in this
moment in my own self.
I do not see anything else
when I look at the its atmosphere.
Copyright © Kishan Sharma | Year Posted 2017
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