a crispy evening
Posted on Mar 15th, 2009
by
owais
strolling deep into repose pleasing evening wearing dark sheet of night, with many mickle of stars glinting over brace my eyes and keep soothing my soul with far incredible imaginations. shrieking of insects, euphonie murmurings of birds, sharp rustle resounding into quietude of nature conjure me into fancies. a pure wave of bliss drown me with its bewitching quiescent. shallow stream flirting with its silent and babbling. sometime howling and sometime being sneaky. and sitting around pond with feet under water to muse over ' so much ' still a quietude and peaceful refreshing state to soul.

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