Short lyric/poem on the Nobel Creator
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Creator
Cool, pacifying
zephyr flows
In the air, my
curls floats
The icing on the
cake was petrichor
With the soulful
beblichor
I forgot the
stress of racing world
Just the
touching words of Wordsworth
The rhyming song
of the birds,
Doesn’t understandable
to me
But even then
let my heart free
By the twilight
everything muted
But continued by
the kingdom of night
The scent of
jasmine,
Mingle with the
song of crickets
Everything
harmonize with each other
Non of science
couldn’t copy even little if it
Because it is
not a holy creation,
It’s a holy creator!
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