A Meadow Where runnels C o a l e s c e and Begets amorphous Florets, bees' merriments Sun kissed aura, wind sashay Clouds droop low to whisper sweet tales Eavesdropped elves emerge erring errands Hail, Oh majesty ! thence emerged the Queen All my praise fall short of her. A heart beating with vigour and zeal and kindness runs her veins and arteries. A lady with the lamp brightening the dark alleys of the brain. Your pen oozes magic and spells to aromatize everyone. So keep penning Take care of yourself such a soul is rare and her enigma will overpower everyone. I wanted to write a double etheree but the mind, uff it is just going haywire. I wish it suffices the royal RBC and WBc of your blood, the words really fall short of their appetite isn't it ?
