- Roses everywhere.
Enchanted, I pick one up.
Ouch. It pricks my thumb.
- Water is quite still.
A ripple arrives, with breeze.
The moon is scattered.
- The sun creeps over
the mountain, so does the moon.
An infinite chase
- The light of the moon,
The smell of dew, the breeze-a
lullaby of wild.
- Onyx sky dotted
with stars that glimmer, an
abyss of beauty.
-Samvedh B
XII O