chandani Mohan


Magic Box

The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves
Fleeting sight of a beautiful butterfly flying
The awakening smell of black, black coffee
The soft feel of my baby snuggling up to me

The sweet sound of my beloved’s laughter
The quick, bright smile that’s on a dear face
The lovely fragrance of newly cut pink roses
The shy, painful feelings of a first love

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