Rustic Soul
Here I am,cycling towards my destiny
An eternal tryst with Mother Nature
While the world brims
With knowledge beyond me
For my rustic soul,
The forests,an open book
Through its pages I flip each day
Sensing the moods of the universe
The sky,an endless scroll
Penning my thoughts and dreams
The birds,the sweetest musicians
Soothing my senses
And when the night is dark and cold
I feel the warmth of my loved ones
Our souls connected outshine
Even the brightest of stars
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