As I sat by the gurgling brook one evening
The brisk breeze carried a song, melancholy
I wondered if it was a lover grieving;
The bucolic landscape had vibes so holy
Amidst the rain, the fog rose to the hills steep
Faraway, shepherds tended their flocks of sheep;
The mystical escapade made my heart soar
It healed and revitalized me to the core.
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Moumita, is a service sector professional and a Glossophile who dedicates her leisure time in learning foreign languages. She writes to learn, to convey and to hear her own thoughts speak. For her, a blank page is both a mirror and a stage. She says, “Writing is my favourite expression. It’s my way to capture my wandering thoughts that help me write some sweet nothings.I keep the known alive and give life to the unknown, through my writings.”
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What lovely sensory images you have created! Loved all the lines, more so the last two. Good one, Moumita.