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.)
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