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Beckoning Blossoms

Beckoning Blossoms

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Away from the bustling roars and the monotonous chores, I travelled into the woods,

To explore the deep confines of my perplexed and stressed out soul.


Strolling through the woodlands, feeling the wetness of the morning dew, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of the wild flowers,

I gravitated into a blissful world of unknown.


The rumbling of the dry leaves beneath the feet, and the chirping of the birds from the branches of the oak trees.

The soothing music of the passing rivulets and buzzing sound of the bumble bees at their best.

A world of en

chantment with the symphony of the nature in their fullest form.


A fatigued body and a confused mind, wandered into a jungle to feel the peace in its pristine form.

A thought to revitalise the dampened spirit and gather the strength to slay the invisible foes of the urban life forms.


The energy infused by the untamed nature, propelled my senses into wonderful bout of liveliness, which was evading me from time unknown.


The journey of my soul filled me with a back up of innumerable memories to dwell upon on the day of torment and turmoil.



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