they fly and take me to the world of seasons,
where I hop along my imaginary plane.
through sun, through flowers, through rainy showers,
through rustling leaves, through ice cold breeze.
I have a pot in hands while I return back,
I plant a seed and see it growing with all the elements I had picked up from that world familiar.

Published by dreamingkaleido

I am a Doctor, an enthusiast Writer, a Blogger and a Mommy Blogger I believe Writing can take to places unimaginable. It's mostly around and within me which inspires me to write. Philosophy interests me.

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