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The Perennial Poetry (Captioned) The breeze cares

The Perennial 
Poetry
(Captioned) The breeze caressing through these hairs 
bring forth a shivering sensation.  
Nature has its ways of expression , that of love , hate and many more, the undefined ones.
Seasons aren't there in one's life but weather and the best or worst part, I don't know, about it is, it changes .
Weather has been a perennial theme of poetries so has been our lives .
Not just nice one but more violent and extreme.
Thunder, lightening, storms!
The winds blowing at a slower pace could calm this chaos but what about this storm, a chaos itself .
The Perennial 
Poetry
(Captioned) The breeze caressing through these hairs 
bring forth a shivering sensation.  
Nature has its ways of expression , that of love , hate and many more, the undefined ones.
Seasons aren't there in one's life but weather and the best or worst part, I don't know, about it is, it changes .
Weather has been a perennial theme of poetries so has been our lives .
Not just nice one but more violent and extreme.
Thunder, lightening, storms!
The winds blowing at a slower pace could calm this chaos but what about this storm, a chaos itself .