Her head stumbles upon the shady grove sucking those damp eyes. Eyes that pierce those giant trees wrapped in a canopy. From a distant, she saw the disillusion figure aligning the forest on flames. The fire that was the mere repercussion of the hue of saffron rays. Being tired of a long journey, she decides to rest on the sombre mountain. A deep stillness soaked in air enables her to sleep. After abiding her goodbye, Sun nestled its head in the cloudy tent. Overwhelmed by her presence, crickets hurled over her head awakening her from sleep. Stars hosted a party in her celebration inviting her offspring’s in the moonlight. Soon, the melancholy atmosphere was refilled by the echoes of forlorn music.
A piece of dying music that flutters on the chest of the naked stream. After seeing her dearest child, she embraced stream in her comfy arms.
Note:-
She was a mother earth/nature called Gaia in Greek mythology.
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This is soo nice and at the same time melancholic…as if you are going through lows
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Thank you so much. Things will heal with time. Sometimes, I self-doubt especially when it comes to writing.
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Okay
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The element of earth in the form of Mother is tapped upon and used to perfection, Gargi. Stunning.
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Thank you so much. Means a lot 🙂
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