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My poem, Nature has its own charisma.

ahlawatPosted for Everyone to comment on, 2 years ago

The sun appears on the cloudy sky,
The brightness of the earth is different,
In the morning when the wind blows,
Looks at the scorching sun in the afternoon.

An autumn appears to be coming out,
The sun also changes its direction by setting in the evening,
Takes a sound sleep at night,
Then the cold wind blows from one side.

She never stops and does not appear together,
She used to roam wherever she wanted.
No one knows where she came from,
Clouds keep colliding in the sky.

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A new poetry with new ideas. Which you like after reading
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