Dusk settled over the tranquil beguiling moon,
Serenity cocktailed with exhilaration, as I could hear ‘fun’ croon.
The trepidation comes to finish and I see the sojourn in the desert land kissing the horizon,
Project remains a prickle but I am sure rose is what crowns every thorn!
:-)
2 comments:
hey Bertie !!
someone's gonna miss the desert land it seems !!
the smiles r out as the exams hav come to an end !!
Hope ur thorn is a soft one and does not prick you and the rose that crowns it is a sweet sweet fower in full bloom that spreads joy to all those in its vicinity. ;)
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