It's
in the fragrance of the first rain...
It's in the sight of a twilight lit lane...
It's in the glance of a butterfly...
It's in the colors of the ever-changing charismatic sky...
It's in the beats of the music...
It's in the pause between the lyrics...
A door to countless emotions...
A breeze that takes away burdens...
It's in the silence of your room...
It's in the sudden movement in a mother's womb...
It's in the exhaustion after a run...
It's in the smile after some fun...
It's in the moves of a dance...
It's in the elegance of a stance...
A sense of contentment...
A moment of everything but doubt is absent...
It's in the idea which struck...
It's in the steadiness within, in times of havoc...
It's in the courage of bouncing back...
It's the sense of fear which the great men lack...
It's in believing in oneself...
It's in the books in your bookshelf...
A perspective...
To live...
It's in the sight of a twilight lit lane...
It's in the glance of a butterfly...
It's in the colors of the ever-changing charismatic sky...
It's in the beats of the music...
It's in the pause between the lyrics...
A door to countless emotions...
A breeze that takes away burdens...
It's in the silence of your room...
It's in the sudden movement in a mother's womb...
It's in the exhaustion after a run...
It's in the smile after some fun...
It's in the moves of a dance...
It's in the elegance of a stance...
A sense of contentment...
A moment of everything but doubt is absent...
It's in the idea which struck...
It's in the steadiness within, in times of havoc...
It's in the courage of bouncing back...
It's the sense of fear which the great men lack...
It's in believing in oneself...
It's in the books in your bookshelf...
A perspective...
To live...
Wonderful
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