Euphoria

Perceiving the edge We tend to reach far In the pursuit of oblique So hurriedly, so furiously To push forward We tend to harden ourselves In the relinquish of the unseen Standing firmly on the pivot We fly so earnestly Passionately, tapping ourselves Obsolete, we gradually become For the truth unveils itself On the brink, we fall Into dungeon of the bygone Lost, we find ourselves One must had met earlier

Whirling ceaselessly, droplets caressing her soul; she uplifts her face, to capture the beauty, that nature bestows. Singing along the trail, she searches for the colours, in the reflection of river. Let looses the unseen chords, to make heart beat rhythmically; for she knows it's not the end, for every second a flower blooms.