
Nature
May it be the leaves,
Hanging from your windowsills,
Or the sunlight streaming in,
The wind caressing your skin,
Or raindrops soaking your feet
Nature, prevails, my senses within.
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Nature
May it be the leaves,
Hanging from your windowsills,
Or the sunlight streaming in,
The wind caressing your skin,
Or raindrops soaking your feet
Nature, prevails, my senses within.
All the world in some beautiful words. The power of poetry πΈ
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Thank you very much! π
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