I am addicted to the madness of the gurgling rivers that weep in silence,
And the lofty pine and spruce trees that whisper something in my ears.
I am sure, I understand what they have to say.
Sometimes, I too feel it that way.
Hope one day they realise.
We both are built from stardust.
Neither I am strong nor superior.
We both are alike torn between the struggle of existence,
Cherishing the life that we’ve been bestowed within this galactic space.
Let thy spirit be high in love. Namaste
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This is amazing! Such soulful eloquence!
Thank you so much :)
Would love to connect with you.
You don’t find amazing writers like this generally.
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Just in case you want to connect further 🙂
Thanks for appreciating my work.
Beautiful, rivers and streams are always wonderful inspiration and have much to teach us.
Indeed. Nature is the best teacher.
Melodic and stirring
Many thanks!
Well said. Unfortunately, we have managed to convert most of our rivers into sewers. Not much gurgling left.
True that, this is evident in most parts of the country. No collective measures are being taken to curb this problem. Because our fellow beings are too interested in fighting over superficial things that has no end. Thankfully, we have the power to imagine. Hence, I constructed it so I could recall my Himalayan roots and the beauty of those magical rivulets.
Beautiful.
Thanks!