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Zephyr

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Zephyr

The freshness reflected by the azure sky
Had not been there for long,
The glumness in the air had vanished
That was foretelling a cold storm.

The tiny birds with their feathers splayed
Seemed oblivious of the downpour,
And happily they perched on a window sill
To sing a tune or more.

The earthy dewy petrichor
A heavenly smell to treasure,
Was something long forgotten
As the senses had gone blunt,
To such fine evoking pleasure.

Quietly from my patio
I took a note of things,
Indulging in the lovely weather,
Bringing essence of the spring.

Fading moments,
Fleeting times,
And fond memories
All came back, in a matter of flash!
When touched by the zephyr, a gentle breeze.

Farah N Huq
03.10.20

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© 2020 Farah N Huq

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