Down, closed to my home, is a very good place to ensconce. Where the mind singly dances and keeps feeding with the fragrance of all wildflowers in different mystic colours – smiling back kindly, like the falling snow in midnight – seeking reunion aparted on its way from the sky to the fields!
The down is out colosed to a small rever, so peaceful! It keeps me out of my ever-loving mind that always pushes harder to the very one point, I always with graduate try to escape so that to enjoy the test of a careless sense – yielding at every moment to the perfect freedom of single necessity.
It’s the only small peaceful place, where I feel so attached to. Indeed, it became a very loyal freind of mine that never disappoints with stupid excuses in the rains! In silence, sometimes it whispers the names of my dearests, I can’t hear other ways! Feeding me well with the fragrance, I meet myself and hearken good murmurs of yours!