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A Tree Of Reminisces
A Tree Of Reminisces
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It's time for rejuvenation.
I hold my breath deeply
As such the withered winds
Let my joy wear wings
And make micro-tales.
It's time to rekindle
As I love to capture.
The moments of butterfly flutter its wings and
Sits on the dewdrops of a petal.
It's time to replenish
As I love to sense
The spread of pleasant aroma from fleeting cherry blossoms,
It's time for a reverence
As I love to watch
The graceful dance of our national bird
It's time for a miracle
As I love to create
The bountiful harvest of seeds and vegetables
It's time for a blessing
As I love to play
The traditional Sitara instrument
I love to journal all memories.
