My scribbles · Perturbations


A feathery brush of Dandelions against your skin

or a hushed pulsation poised in a quiet corner

sometimes cloaking a secluded reply

a shy smile in a genial demeanour

You can never fathom

Apparently, the truth they live.

And if you catch a glimpse of the fulgor

oozing out of the corner of their pure misty eyes

you would witness how tiny droplets of moments

Ripen into the rarest of invaluable

twinkling pearls.


like morning dewdrops

trickling down the blade of grass.


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