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Sukrutha Sankar

Fantasy

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Sukrutha Sankar

Fantasy

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AN IMAGINATION

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I am in a gorgeous

garden with plenty

of red roses.


I hear the chirping

of lovely birds.

It sounds pleasure.


I smell the

fragrance of Jasmine.

 It freshens my thoughts.


A gentle breeze

passes near me.

It smiles at me.


The reddish Orange pigments

are scattered in the sky.

It cries at me.


The rays of sunlight

Seemed to be blue.

It sings at me.



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