Poetry 82

The journey of a river does not end at the sea,
It only gets larger giving life to million beauty within.

The journey of air does not end at meeting trees,
It only gets mellowed to become a breeze soothing mind and body.

The journey of a rain drop does not end at falling on earth,
It is a trigger to spurt new life more and quenching thirst.

The journey of a ray of light does not end just darkness,
It is unfurling of visuals deprived of, beautiful and enticing.

The journey of my feelings is not just to touch your heart,
It is etching of this bond craft-fully for eternity.

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  1. Wonderful…… ?

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