An Ode to Jaintia’s Lush Hills

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An empty blue merging ever-changing hues

Altering lines of pink and splashes of deep orange

Paint me in your perfect lines 

 

A wonder contrived of the lustrous lines of a poet

An air of melancholy stems through the brush strokes of your figs and leaves

 

While your beauty plunges the depths of my soul

to you i am just another mortal spectator

whose only recourse is to close these lids

and for one second forget the world that is

 

one heartbeat,you and I

your beauty living in my eyes

for one whole moment

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