Fading in The Beauty

By Lakshita Dhiman

She walks through the woods ,

under the canopies of green figures.

During the twilight under the diminishing moon,

covered by the bright stars that shimmer.

Ground gleaming shines with nightblooming,

the river that is passing by,

The mellifluous insects

and the wings measuring the sky.

Above in the sky, her eyes drew sygyzy,

Making it all an act of serendipity.

Incandescence and petrichor were unfurled around,

The eloquence, making her wonder.

Humming to the sonorous winds,

made her way to sonder.

Being in the state of oblivion,

and witnessing the ethereal iridescent,

bombinating the tune that led her to the place,

beyond pleasant.

The wondrous spot  was, indeed, ineffable,

She spread out her arms to feel the maple.

Infinite  sacks of miracles,

and magical boons in plenty.

there, she walks, on the path of land,

 which left behind mist and fog ,

concluded, in the tale of faded beauty .

By Lakshita Dhiman