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Breezy Talk


Ramila follows the wind
as it blows gently,
a breeze so to say,

She runs behind the flow
Is she being crazy? I wonder.
No, she cries, it is my practice.

She traces the flow
with an accuracy, even
a weatherman cannot do.

Tuning her analytics, she continues
the current raps the trees with a knock,
kisses the flowers as it crosses,

takes turn with the tides
ripples along with them
dives through the oceans

roaring with a bark, jumps
over to the hills, penetrates
through the thick vegetation

with a ooh! ooh! sound
rustles and rhymes with the
habitation right there.

finally slows, a breathlessness
sets in, decibels falling
to the lowest.

Ramilla turns ecstatic
as she defines and draws
the orbit of the current.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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