The birds fly south as the cold winds blow,
Colorful, flourishing, countryside
Now barren, looks empty and quiet.
The sky turns gray and each one feels blue,
Deserted, desolate, depressing
It’s freezing and lonely whole outside.
Our child’s smile and hugs, keep our home warm.
Somberly iciness disappears,
We always feel gorgeous spring inside.
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As a person working in Agriculture, Arti has observed numerous seeds sprouting and developing. Lately, she has felt some buds sprouting in her mind and she is trying her best to nurture them and let them develop in her writings. She is a mother, a nature lover and loves to explore different forms of Art. Her elder daughter is her inspiration who always motivates her to try new things.
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