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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