Walking By Fields After A Foggy Morning Comments
Fog was gone leaving little traces of mists. Though it was cold, I walked on trails limits of my field.
Till the horizon as much as my eyes could see everything was lush green.
Except yellow mustard flowers, a paramount bouquet in clime's finest hour.
I was shuddering still I went into the wheat field, 'barefoot' dare not hurt those little plants.
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I went into the wheat field, 'barefoot' dare not hurt those little plants. Oh! That heavenly touch of soil..... //..... What a scintillating imagery. So grounded. Thanks, Abhinav.
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12/6/2025 12:46:04 AM # 1.0.0
Abhinav, such a lovely write๐๐๐