In the distance, mighty hills stand tall, a silhouette I see,
A blend of crimson and indigo, colors captivating me.
The sun peeks through clouds, time and again,
Playing hide and seek with the ground, is a delightful game.
As the day unfolds, the sun paints its path with shades of orange,
Dazzling array on the canvas of sky, a breathtaking homage.
Leaves rustle and dance in the evening breeze’s gentle sway,
Whispering secrets as they pass, along their way.
Stars twinkle like lanterns, adorning the vast expanse above,
Children’s laughter fills the air, singing songs of love.
By the window, I sit, witnessing the ever-changing hues,
And then you arrive, radiant and pure, celestial muse.
From one side to the other, you traverse with grace,
Your presence, a fragrance, fills every inch of space.
Is it a remedy or a therapeutic art?
Are these moments real or from a world apart?
With closed eyes and a tranquil brow, I feel your divine embrace,
My third eye awakens, glowing with mystical grace.
Satan may try to deceive, leading astray from the Right,
But I know that without recognition, man dwells in darkness, devoid of Light.
Ismailimail 