Aura
With a cup of tea on my table,
And a book in my hand stable !
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And the curtains spread apart ,
With the window opening to God's art !
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My notepad speaking to my pen on the right,
My eyes looking out finding thoughts to write !
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Sun dancing in the pillow of clouds around,
And with the chirping of birds the only sound !
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And the breeze being welcomed by swaying flowers,
The aroma of daisy fresh for hours !
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O my dear ! If there could be a wishing well ,
This little world of mine to be real would be the only thing I'll tell ! ❤️
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(Thoughts in aura of Accounting Standards ⛄)
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