~•EUPHONIC EUPHORIA•~

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In the beautiful meadow of virtue,
Filled with fertile darkness,
A tremendous joy transpired to pursue,
All by the means of tiny aptness.

Over the little known-unknown,
The joy emerged on its own,
Awaiting to become a celebration,
Among the preoccupied sensation.

After a week, it thudded so slow,
Within time it regulated the flow,
Then slowly it gulps in some air,
Later leaving it tainted being unfair.

It turns and twiddles all in a whirl,
Joyfully creating enormous thrill,
Claiming to be heard over the giggle,
Embracing all, in the wriggling wiggle.

It will then start to kick,
The glorious layers guarding it,
Perceiving the world inside the knit,
Staying serene till the reality prick.

After a while it will scratch the shell,
Floating between the zestful liquids,
In the complete fence, confining it well,
Until air engulfs exceeding the limits.

Over the sudden thwacky pain,
The joy comes out thriving the reign,
With frail exclaims and firm mind,
Surrounded by bliss that's one of a kind.

Patting the silky robes so clever,
To protect it from slitting thorn,
Further occurences are taken care,
By guarding or boarding on the square.

Unfolding the bundle of love,
Drenching it all over the arena now,
The meadows welcome the joy that's born!
Thanking the supreme for this flower.

♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋

It's about the enormous event of enthusiasm that we come across in our life. We never dig for reasons, to throw a full smile on seeing tiny
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Be it man or be it animal. It's all a form of joy for the meadows that welcome them to make it one among their theme to live alongside.

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With love,
Yaris🔆

With love,Yaris🔆

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