Reflections...
In morning’s gentle blissful grace,
And gliding water's tranquil space,
Birds coming together or just alone
Each having a beauty of it's own
Their flight of wings, a brush of light,
Painting the surface for eyes delight
Storks or pelicans gliding with finesse,
Casting reflections in the water's dress,
Which mirrors birds, trees and clouds
Giving us depth against all odds
And Lakes become a portal of grace,
As if holding heavens in its embrace.
Soft Clouds like white cotton candy
Make us feel so young and dandy
Breeze whispering through dancing trees,
Caressing us too with a tender tease,
Moments unfold in this peaceful expanse,
Time stands still in a loving glance
For in each reflection, we find our place,
Bound by the beauty of water and space.
Mann Vimal
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