Time
shrinks in their space,
Never
do they cry for a race.
Blue,
brown and green;
they
define living scene.
The
aura of friendliness;
the
music of solitary;
keeps
my veins straight,
without
any raze.
I
peep at those strokes
colours
reflect course,
My
space is absorbed,
with
the smelting cords.
Life
breathes in spectrum
they
compile our motions.
The
softness of green renders all means;
the
vastness of blue embraces with no clue;
brown
speaks high
calls
me to lay.
Peter
and Harry relived it
No,
it’s for all to lit
The
birds singing notes;
leaves
swing in the lots:
carving
a mesmerizing story,
all
living cells emit the eco-boundary.
No
words to fall flat,
but
wings to start.
A
journey of live long
never
to go wrong.
No
demands to yell
Blue,
brown green
share
the nobel crane.
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