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Barli Sowmya

Drama


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Barli Sowmya

Drama


A Tree Of Reminisces

A Tree Of Reminisces

1 min 15 1 min 15

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.


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