I often wonder what the city would be like where you live how would the morning be which wakes up touching you the trembling sound of your lazy breaths reaches me
The fragrance of fresh tea in the hot breaths the green smell of new leaves has become red on touching your lips and miles away my face has become red like the red palash flowers
I see that spring has arrived uninvited the washed breeze of spring has spread in all four directions a piece of cloud filled with sunlight is peeking through your curtains
what would you be doing right now maybe a book of poetry is in your hands look dear poems are falling like white flowers words are flowing come let us get wet together let me become a river and keep flowing inside you
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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