It's a hill ,
untravelled ,
untrampled ,
ever so full
of undulating softgreen
waltzing with the wind ,
of pale blue expanse
bending down into the streams ,
of bright golden sun
singing with the rain ,
often , so very often ,
I find myself there
in the rain ,
my arms outstretched ,
eyes closed ,
feet tapping ,
clouds smiling ,
at you and me .
akash
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soooooo sweeeeeeeeet.
Thank you , shabana .
akash
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