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The whispering of leaves
when a whimsical wind passes by,
The babbling of the sprightly brooks,
The echo reverberating in the mountain range,
The thundering of the monsoon clouds,
Everywhere is your tacit presence…
yet unseen, yet hidden.

You are
as intoxicating as a stirred martini,
As enticing as a bikini--
O my Suvasini.

(*Suvasini=One who lives well / Beautiful Fragrance / A married woman)

~A Word Painting Challenge.
Host: Debera

By Abdul_Malik

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