Homesick

At the point when sleepless I lie, 

As the hours sneak past, 

I go strolling the ways back home. 

I hear the lullaby tune,

So gentle and clear,

Only to learn

That I crave her presence.

Miss You Mom, See you soon !

Nature Art

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Nature lends her brush,

to the forms of design,

that flows from it,

in her solitary,

For nature is its masterpiece

And design is her creativity.

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