ILLUMINATION
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ILLUMINATION

POETRY

Nature’s Guitar

With Its Lovely Tune and Colors

Soft petals of the trees, rusty dry,
I saw the summertime burn on the earth’s crumbs.

Ignoring the dark dialectic frustration,
I looked at the blossoming flowers, colors, and green.
I crossed the vast white cotton fields,
To merge into the hallowed soil, to smell the earthly spirit.
My pale face

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Suntonu Bhadra

Suntonu Bhadra

Travel Blogger & Vlogger ▪ Explore my YouTube Channel, Travel Muse by Shants: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCq2_ItwVXov1nAekn-Wz5ZQ