And she spoke with that velvety soft whisper,
One syllable at a time,
like a gentle drizzle of some nature’s caper.
And the whir drifted,
Like some pre dawn dews,
rolling off leisurely leaving behind clues.
She enthused serenity,
but I remained in complete chaos.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
The last line nailled it!😍
Thanks Jay 🙏😊
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