I looked into the valley, restless and blithe,
Through the grass so dewy and lithe,
How does it feel, so high above,
So chilled and bleaked in the nature’s glove.
Copyright © 2015, Aashish Barnwal, All rights reserved.
I looked into the valley, restless and blithe,
Through the grass so dewy and lithe,
How does it feel, so high above,
So chilled and bleaked in the nature’s glove.
Copyright © 2015, Aashish Barnwal, All rights reserved.