By: Shalini Panda

The smell of the sunshine over the frozen leaves..
The romantic pride of the breeze..
The essence of the night to surrender herself..
The stillness of the dew drops..
The enchanting calmness of the river..
Awakens the deprived me..The thirsty me.. Quenching me with her taste of love..
Her fantasies attract me to pen down how much beauty she handles!!

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