Your soft evening breeze
caresses my face, my hair, my soul.
Light is your tread.
You glide in
And bathe me in unreasonable delight;
The February of my life.
February has amazing beauty and soft breeze still whispers in mind. An amazing sharing is done here...10
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February in North India is such beauty! The harshness of the winter is slowly receding and the are getting brighter. Plants and trees sprout new shoots and adorn with bright green leaves. February, that is Falgun comes with the good news that spring is waiting.