my joy is my garden,
the flowers that i paint,
the voice of the flute,
and the bliss of solitude.
of far away places,
where footprints, leave no traces.
music, that echo,
heart beats that pound,
countryside, lush and green
a touch of grace in everything seen.
rivers that roars,
tiny shoot that grows, the
surf in the ocean,
sparkle in the sand.
colour that splashes,
colour that soothes,
butterfly in their wings,
beauty of a azure sky
midas touch, whose can it be,
every where, there is,
harmony!
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