A Break and me…

A Break and me... short poem

A dream and me

gazing at will merrily

A hammock and me,

lying and reading leisurely

A Holsunlit day and me,

basking in its glory

A riverside and me

fishing secrets deeply

A sand dune and me

reflecting shadows quietly

A hill top and me

atoning me aesthetically

A green belt and me

pruning my being consistently

A beachside and me

building homes fallaciously

A pilgrimage and me

cleansing me spiritually

A wish and me

awaiting me infinitely ….

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Charu Gulati

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A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
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Beautifully conceptualized and expressed @Charu_Gulati, the bliss of being with the Self!

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