In the tapestry of existence...
I wander, lost in thought,
Where hues and shapes intertwine,
Each bloom, each smile, a symphony divine,
Capturing love's essence in every line.
Who crafts this garden, where wonders bloom?
Chinars, tulips, roses in full bloom.
Sun, moon, and stars, their creator unknown,
Yet their brilliance guides, like a celestial throne.
Clouds dance, winds sing, storms rage and abate,
Rain and snow, whispers of fate.
Their purpose veiled in mystery profound,
Yet they sustain life, with grace unbound.
We seek love, empathy, in the hearts of men,
Yet understanding eludes us, again and again.
Good begets good, evil its own seed,
Prophets and friends, their words we heed.
Though love remains a mystery, beyond our grasp,
In its embrace, all doubts collapse.
For in this world, where beauty unfurls,
Divine presence reigns, in myriad swirls.
So let me revel in this grand display,
For the exhibition of beauty, in every way,
Invites me to behold, with eyes anew,
The wonders of creation, for ever true.
MyKoul
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