The sweet smell of breeze—
freshens the soul.
A soft rustling sound,
gently blowing through
the forests of my heart.
Ripple of the music—
a lovely sound,
Birds perching on my head—
chirping sweet love songs.
I'm happy to have found
The divine music in and around.
As the sun rises above the hill,
I'm happy to stay calm
Under the cascades of light.
MyKoul
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