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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