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A Cottage Girl

By Punya Goswami

 


In a quaint cottage by the hill,


A girl resides, serene and still.


Her silence, a melody of quiet grace,


In solitude, she finds her sacred space.



Imagination blooms in the hush,


A garden of dreams, where thoughts rush.


Each whispered breeze, a secret muse,


In the tranquil quiet, creativity infuse.



Her eyes, windows to a world untold,


Reflections of stories, silently unfold.


In the depth of solitude, she finds delight,


A symphony of thoughts, dancing in the night.



Silken threads of silence weave,


A tapestry of dreams, only she perceives.


Through the meadows of her contemplation,


Sprouts a garden of profound meditation.



A cottage girl, with a heart so free,


In the cocoon of silence, she lets it be.


Her world, a canvas of quiet sensation,


Painted with the hues of silent imagination.



In a cottage nestled 'neath the trees,


A girl dreams of a world at ease.


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