Where the flowers bloom, *

The valley where flowers bloom,
I think I was there born,
Where breeze carrying fragrance
Of BEAUTY , comes soothing,
Down the slope of those hills,
I think I was born,

Like a morn
Whence the Calm of Peace
Comes onto our souls,
Filling with music the bowls
Of our presence, our own valleys
With love more ,

There I think I was born,

There I think I am born
Every moment
Of our Love seeped life.

(*Note : the photograph attached is Taken by me, for poesy.)