It happens in winter season, when you feel so drowsy and to lackadaisical to wake up.
Everyday the almighy creats his own pantomime and I just gave a picture of one.

MIME

Its 5’ in the slumberous morning,

I am still lost in dreams

The rays cascading through the holes

Smooched my brows

I gently tried to wink my eye

Turning to other side

Zephyr dandled my neck

Tousled my tresses

I capered out of my quilt

Sneaked through window

I saw obscure mesmerizing sky

Piercing the mist

I felt my eyes changing to yellow….

Leaves gently smacked my cheeks

Frost dripping kissed my lips

The creek ran serene
Grass tickled brook

Blossoming flower gave a smirk

Nestling in the creek

I said to myself with a cherubic smile

Is this a nature’s pantomime?

Or an Almighty’s panto.

 

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