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Dear 2020
by Priyanka S. Raj

The solemn ballads came into end. The life at the cold shore calms down with the warmth of sunshine, glistering against rocks. Finally, it’s time to bid farewell. It’s time to rip off all our worries and get ready to embark on our voyage. The Yatch is willing to sail across the Amalfi to Aegean coast .Those choices and the mistakes which we made together must immerse through our souls. For it’s time to wrap our dilemmas and problems and close it for good.

Should I say I have risen from the old sleep. The new dreams are waiting to bloom in the mountains. The jolly January is calling to have a get together. Oh! my beloved is gawking from behind and adoring me from his blue eyes. Perhaps that must be Fabulous February. I can feel the turquoise ocean having a great tide tonight in the cosmic power of love and listening to Rossini Barber of Seville. Or should I say it’s the magic of marvellous March of which I have been catching breath in the starry night in the Paris on the magnificent bridge. And my love asking me with his charming smile, let me dip in the awe – inspiring  amazing April. In the Magical May somewhere in the white blossoms orchid and in the  purple glowing moon night in Venice I’m cherishing the wind chimes. Time keeps on moving ,the Jovial June brought some wedding news from the Vineyard of France and then two young lovers will again have their summer saga beginning in Joyous July. Life is never still, and it takes many forms, more than water. Henceforth admiring August reminds me of Rainbow love with my colourful friends splashing our fears in the successful September and then I shall arrive at optimistic October for having harvest to my work cultivated in arena of Autumn . Nurturing my withered winter heart, I must land to nourishing November which will teach me, how to conquer the invincible times. Beyond my expectation I am seeing the angel flying to my garden in the Divine December for blessing me for having a stunning soul which will make everyone happy.

Nevertheless, it’s the grace of God which will revitalize the bliss of love, miracles, hope, care and with dreams to relish with my family and friends. Because it’s Dear 2020 and I have been growing from tiny bud into flower with the power of beauty and glory.