Nature’s voodoo

Breathing in the virgin wind,
Baptizing my vision with the holy green.
Brushing away the sweats with the chilliness of the hills,
The twisty lanes and fog  filling up the thrill.
The mysterious woods whispering me hello,
The beautiful plants with little flowers so yellow.
Smoking up to the splendid paranomic view,
Inhaling the herb I devour in nature’s voodoo.
Like a Hippie in the hill I take in the feel
Walking through the woods the magic I reveal.


Picture courtesy: Me 😎

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