Gone with the wind
Gone With The Wind The slopes of giant mountain ending, opening to a small path in valley. The mesmerizing path between the flowers, where the bees and butterfly rally. The singing of waterfall, the dancing of roses, the perfect smell of cooking summer, that warm and comforting supper. How I got here? I don't know. But i know it was the wind, who wrote my destiny. A perfect story, right out of disney. The wind gushing south with brook, running like water, leaving like a blunder, left behind he smoke of tingle on skin. Open field, dancing with flowers, with satin grass just below. With the cardigan of warm air, the perfect kiss it ever blew. Lying beneath the scar of stars, the flawless piece of art, finding everything back, while the swans join the heart. Self composed... By- Kanu Supriya Jha Class- IX F