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The Fictitious Crush 📷@Irahma_d  A cool, serene and well fragranced arena appealing to her poor innocent soul It breezes of coolness and flourishment melts the stony heart She looked up to the smiling moon and she smiled back Behold was the charming appariton of a cool gentleman of mensch with a smiley and handsome personality He walked slowly and directly to the green planty arena with a natural spray and several snap of shots after a beauteous butterfly chase. A thousand thoughts intruded her ornamented mind "what a nature lover!" Her soul uttered She looked up abruptly and found him dancing in sequence to a popular soul music "what a romantic movement!" Her soul uttered He retired to a wooden bench and dispersed several handfuls of grain to the doves who bubbly gobbled it "what a kind and generous personality he revealed!" Her soul uttered He carried the natural spray and towards her direction he comes "He must have sighted me!&

Accolade of nature The priestess of vents caged me dumb The goddess of poem liberate my inner voice Have I been heard? Mother nature is incline to give me strength The grande dame of euphony will not devoid my advantage But why has my inner peace failed at the exit of their sphere? The goddess of poem was never indifferent Mother nature has never changed The grande dame of euphony was never numb But, the world has changed The approach has changed The voice has changed The people are changing And, Nature will never change