Tip Tap Tip

Tip tap tip
the drizzle in the steppe,
Waked me up to the blissful treat
of the yesterday's conversation
 between cloud and sand to plan a meet,
and now Petrichor is expressing about
 the pleasant meet of the up and beneath.

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Morning Mist

Early winter morning,
cold air was brushing across her face.
eyes closed she stepped outside,
with sound of birds
chirping in background
mist fall on ground.
opening the eyes
she left with surprise.
everything was hidden
behind the thin layer,
like thoughts in
her unconscious mind.
one last glance in sight
and there is spark of light
shining in the sky.
a matter of minute,
everything will be revealed
and she finds
Moon is still awake.

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