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.
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.
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