Snigdha Agrawal |
Whispering Stones
In the stillness of dawn,
granite sighs beneath the frost,
each crack a story untold,
echoes of ancient tides,
a language of time,
waiting for ears attuned to listen,
to the heartbeats of mountains
folded from sedimentary rocks
all lost…
drowned by voices, disharmonic!
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Wind’s Secret Dance
Through the branches,
the wind carries laughter,
soft and elusive,
a melody woven in rustling leaves,
the pulse of air
wrapped in silence,
calling out to those
who forget to pause,
to feel the rhythm of the world
as it sways…
with unseen grace!
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Subterranean Symphony
Beneath our feet,
roots intertwine in quiet accord,
a symphony of life,
tapping into the deep earth,
whispers of fungi,
the heartbeat of decay,
waiting for a moment
when we lift our gaze
from concrete skies,
to embrace the resonance of being,
hidden…
yet profoundly alive!
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