You have spun a beautiful web
Trapping insects passing by
Shutting off the stunning vision
At my bedroom window,
Hours at my leisure
I gaze through your net
At the garden below
Where flowers sway their
Coloured heads, tossing in the breeze
Bathing in glittering sunlight,
Where humming birds sing
Music holding their coloured
Nectar cups at their buffet
Having brunches and lunches,
Why should I break your
Little fortress
Since you also a part of
My world
Why shouldn't I adore
The magnificence of your
Architecture, craftsmanship,
Huntsmanship, geometrical and
Symmetrical correctness,
And becoming admirable
And humble in looking through
Your beautiful fortress
The beauty of my garden
With utmost amazement,
And an enhancing adoration
Towards you and the others.
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