Unfelt, unseen until it gently begins,
Fragrance, blossom under its reign,
It's gentle touch, a delicate embrace,
Rustling leaves, in a distant place.
It carries tales from many lands,
Whispers of oceans, of desert sands.
A silent traveler in the open air,
Rumbling secrets, indeed so rare.
The breeze, an elusive, transient friend,
With no beginning, and no end.
Carrying scents from distant lands,
Caressing shores with tender hands.
In melodies, it hums and sings,
Lifting spirits on airy wings.
Invisible yet felt by all,
It answers nature's tender call.
It paints a picture in the sky,
Clouds in motion, birds on high.
With every gust, a story's told,
In whispers, secrets, yet untold.
Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced! ⭐
Rank | Name | Points |
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1 | Manish_5 | 400 |
2 | Srivats_1811 | 287 |
3 | AkankshaC | 93 |
4 | Udeeta Borpujari | 86 |
5 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
6 | Vidya | 65 |
7 | Pourelprakriti | 59 |
8 | manosk24 | 56 |
9 | Anshika | 53 |
10 | Srividya Ivauri | 52 |
Rank | Name | Points |
---|---|---|
1 | Udeeta Borpujari | 547 |
2 | Kimi writes | 508 |
3 | Srivats_1811 | 311 |
4 | Sarvodya Singh | 273 |
5 | Rahul_100 | 242 |
6 | AkankshaC | 195 |
7 | Infinite Optimism | 179 |
8 | Anshika | 152 |
9 | Wrsatyam | 148 |
10 | aditya sarvepalli | 139 |
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