INNER SOUL Morning light fresh off bright. Songs of love sung by warblers; embedding day filled with shine. Glorious fern enrich in luxuriance of redolence; there,comes the noise of stir; through the joy of harm cramp. The prospects began to tone deep inside the contentment of glee; consciousness enclosed to budge down; where a shout of crack commence to weep. Forlorn begins to put an end on a texture of peace; blinking thought compose to rise, Thundering of crowd leads to choice; all in all essence scratches the subtitles of interior peace. But the individuality always leap to make a brawny presence of life. -Mubeena ©Fuzzy Fuzzy #WatchingS#unset #