Aquarian form of poetry weaving a tale to the journey where one’s heart resides.Here are the lines that takes you with them to a far away meadow:

To that bliss niche
Where my heart is buried
Far flung.

Hued so diverse
From crimson to azure
Beaut grace.

My soul
Lays down in peace,
On the green springy turf,
Feels high.

I’m caught
In this lea,
My self then forever;

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