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Trance Like


Out on the meadow 
the sheep graze
A burst of colour
green and white
throw an exuberance,

Sheep engage in 
 munching grass
 producing  a murmur 
the grass jostle in the air 
in silent tune.

Devouring the scenario 
 my heart expands 
as I inhale fresh air, 
The wind sings la la la . 
Listening  to the notes
I stay in trance.

By meenas17

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

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