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Winter dreams

 



I long to sleep beneath the sun, slow, languid, and at peace with the world. The warm, golden rays would fall gently upon me, their touch feather-light as they curl around my fingers, travel along my arms, and seep into my very being—warming me from the crown of my head to the very tips of my toes. It would feel as though the sun itself were cradling me, whispering its quiet reassurance through its steady, soothing heat.

Above me, the vast azure sky would stretch endlessly, a canvas of tranquil blue softly stained by wisps of white cloud drifting lazily in the breeze. The chirping of birds would weave a symphony in the background, their sweet, mellifluous songs rising and falling in perfect harmony with nature’s rhythm. It would be a melody so gentle, so perfect, that it would seem as though the earth itself were humming a lullaby.

I would open my eyes just enough to watch sunlight stream through the canopy of leaves above, the golden beams breaking into scattered fragments as they fall, painting dappled patterns upon the ground. The branches would sway ever so lightly in the tender embrace of the wind, their movements deliberate yet effortless, as if performing a dance choreographed by nature itself. Shadows would shift and morph on the cemented ground, creating an ever-changing tapestry of light and dark, a quiet reminder of life’s transient beauty.



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  1. The Pied Piper7 December 2024 at 22:53

    Yes, the winter is pleasant and ravishing! It is just that our endless conversations and frolicking in the school campus that attracted the envious looks of our classmates during such winter days that shall remain unparalleled and eternally treasured in my bosom, is sadly missing.
    It's a wonderful post, darling! I might sound fulsome, but I stick to my belief that anything that comes from a beautiful heart is always beautiful.

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    1. Samadrita9 December 2024 at 18:18

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    2. The Pied Piper14 December 2024 at 01:02

      Mademoiselle, your comment is nothing less than an ode…only that it is more of one to my bosom than to those halcyon days, as you refer to them (I suppose they would have been much more so if your beloved Soma Miss had had a leg broken, ir rather, her crooked neck broken…). I do not know about winter, but to talk of Shakespeare, I would say that he would definitely have been fulgent if he had read your comment! And well, if my bosom had to have a PR team, you would unequivocally be the first member. Congratulations!
      By the way, I was talking of your beautiful heart, not mine.:) Nijer dhak nije bajai?

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