Bluebells

In the wake of a misty morning,

Seeing a new day dawning.

Catching the glimpse of an alluring bluebell,

Brightens your heart with a mesmerising spell.

The purple haze blooming after a cold spring,

Carpets the valley with a soothing song.

…Angitha

ANGITHA is a traveler, reader and poetry patron who cherish doing her share of work to make this planet more lovable and livable, She posts regularly on her Instagram page ‘my inked solace’

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