All that I need
Is a room with a view.
Snow-capped mountains
The sky- limpid and
blue.
A soaring lone eagle
A serenading cuckoo.
The breeze- gravid
with attar
Blossoms- painted in
every hue
The germ of an untold
story
Blank sheets, a quill or two.
All that I need
Is a room with a
view...
(Anurag)
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