Meera Devi
@meeradevi
--- Whispers of the Sky The wind hums soft through silver trees, A song that dances with the breeze. The sun lays gold on meadow’s skin, Where dreams and daylight both begin. The clouds drift slow like thoughts unknown, In skies where birds and wishes roam. Each star that waits the fall of night, Is born from hope and kissed by light. So pause and breathe this gentle air, There's poetry just everywhere— In rustling leaves, in ocean’s sigh, In quiet hearts and open sky.
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