( usually we write with progression of each para but in this one we tried to make every para unpredictable one after the other. This I call mimic write-up. As in mimicry where you fool with your voice making it unpredictable. Hope you like it.
Collab with one of my most favs on Miraquill @rimi_ojha She is an amazing writer and a constant supporter. Thank you!)
Everywhere we look, everything we notice is a subtle art, a mere masterpiece and the transition of nature transforms it into another one, something same yet completely different within a blink of our eyes.
Chorusing on the pelages of some Yellow Warblers the goatherd faded away behind those ridges ; tripping on the fantastic skylines of sunset some slender reeds giggled through billows.
The plough boy, who was guiding some virgin clouds through his gentle smile and courteous shoon ; Where I, a scalded poet, was standing near the breaths of autumn to scribble about the pastoral hamlet for you.
Those clouds receded from my view, that plough boy didn't appear again but I whispered for the warblers "O darling ! Your sky won't forget me, right !"
Cloudless sky, Reminiscent zephyr, Whispers of yellow spring flowers (daffodils) And ethereal quintessence of veridiscent dragged me from the town I left my body behind to perish in the chaos and flew there where a melange of summer and autumn gave birth to real spring Amid my deep breaths my soul sighed with the scent of lavenders and harlequin candy tufts And I dwelled the whole season there over the thirst of a poet and beneath sanguine hues of spring.